#I love this au actually. best 3am thought ever
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This loop has to be the one. Nevermind that you said it last loop, and the one before, and the one before that, and most of the ones before that. THIS was the one you'd stop the King in his tracks. You push a few of your many potions to the side to make room on your desk. None of them worked to stop him, so they were useless. He's still about twelve, fourteen? hours away, so you have enough time to make the bomb, eat and take a fat nap before you go pick a fight. Maybe this time, it'll work! It has to!
You've gotten better at making the Craft Bomb. It hasn't blown up on you before you intended to use it in... a long time. You can make it fast enough, now, for it to still be light outside! You've become silent while you work, which Mirabelle has told you is ''worrying'', but you don't see why it is. Are you really that loud? (Yes. You are.)
It's hard work. Soft light bathes your desk, your work, you. You reach out, past your potions, and grab your water bottle. Take a big swig, and
Hmm. That's not water.
How. HOW do you keep making this mistake. You look at the bottle in your hand, and sure enough, it’s one of the potions; your water bottle is shoved in the back of the collection of other containers. The taste is caustic, your throat begins to burn. You shouldn’t be this calm for having just drank something that’ll kill you in a handful of minutes, but it’s happened before. Despite the pain you don't bother trying anything. Just push the finished bomb to the side and lay your face against the wood of the table. Feel the blood start to pool in your mouth and dribbling out, staining the wood. Mirabelle, or Euphie or whoever comes in next, they can use it this loop. It's not the first time you've drank one of the many, many dangerous potions on your desk, and it's probably not the last. Maybe you'll actually clean the crabbing thing off before you work.
Whatever. You have next time. You have all the time.
Perhaps a bit too much, actually.
#isat#in stars and time#isat claude#claude looping au#isat au#isat spoilers#<- just in case#Im maintagging this#im gonna keep claudeposting until you lot r as invested in her as i am!!!!!#this is a Drabble it’s not getting the fanfic tag#implied character death#<- it happens just not in the text lol. o7#cw poison#?? do I really need to tag that? idk I’m just being careful#I’m not tagging 4 the bomb tho that’s like her entire shtick#chimera writes#I love this au actually. best 3am thought ever#she’s soooo fucked. looping b4 the king even gets to the damn house#from what I’ve concepted this au COULD lead into canon [or. anything actually?]#thinks she can stop the king -> can’t -> timeloop shenanigans -> accept fate and stop trying -> looping stops#looping au where you have to accept your fate and just let the world do its thing my belovedddddd#I’ve been making adjustments 2 this post for like 45 mins I’m done. goodnight y
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main 3 + butters! gen dating headcanons!!
notes: gender neutral reader!!
first ever official post too omg kinda (very) nervous ........... if it's ooc mb guys :(
Aged up characters!! Highschool au kinda thing
♡ STAN MARSH
Definitely thought about asking you out super suavely but then Kyle said something about how he'd manage to screw it up so he decided to not do that.
Since he's not going like all out for a confession of any sorts, he would simply wait near your locker at the end of the day until you got to it
As you're leaving he runs up to you and asks to walk you home. It's on that walk home that he builds up the courage for a confession
Hypes himself up as he's walking but he's actually talking out loud so you know he's about to ask you out
Tell him that you heard him hype himself up after you accept his confession and he gets so embarrassed what a cutie.
Now for when you guys ARE together bahahaha.
Sends you tiktoks at like 3am and you wake up to your alarm to find 78 texts from him and they're all tiktok links. The captions are either "this is so you lol" "babe.. this is so us" or just "real".
On the whole texting thing, a red flag of his is his dry ass text responses . Unfortunately don't expect a lot of words coming from him, he might get better at it during the relationship or if you say something to him, but really he'd prefer facetime or calling.
Personally I see him using snapchat a lot? Likes how quick of an update in life the app sort've is, so expect snaps throughout the school day if you guys don't have classes together. Expect a lot of snaps from him at football practice or something too.
Would LOVE for you to meet his parents, mom, Sharon. Randy is.. special in his eyes and would rather just talk to you beforehand about how his dad is rather than you meeting Randy face first.
Shelly goes two ways, either she does not care that her brother is dating someone, or she immediately pulls you from Stan to gossip about him.
FOREHEAD KISSES!! SLAMS FIST ON TABLE
Stan isn't a whole big fanatic of pda, but a quick forehead kiss or just rubbing his thumb over your knuckles while holding hands when you guys are out is top tier affection for him.
In private though? He is not letting you go. Kisses or cuddling, any sort of skin contact is good for him. Even if it's not technically skin contact and you guys are just in the same room, his eyes are ON you and they are giving major heart eyes.
Gives you his jersey to wear for football games and he'll point you out in the crowd anytime he scores. If South Park wins expect him to buy you food to celebrate. If South Park loses expect him to buy you food to "console" you on the loss (he's sad about the loss but doesn't want you to think that he's sad)
Is the big spoon normally when cuddling but there are rare occurrences where he's the little spoon, like for example he's extremely tired or if he's upset. Don't talk about him being the little spoon though, his pride may get hurt a bit over it.
Isn't the best at consoling you if you're sad, so what he'll do is listen to what your issues are, order food, and binge movies with you.
♡ KYLE BROFLOVSKI
FREAKED about asking you out bro. He is thinking of every possibly way you could reject him and every possibly way you could accept him.
He hasn't had the best luck with dating and so he might be the type to prefer you to ask him out first.
However? If he overhears you telling a friend about your crush on him? His self confidence just got a major boost and he's asking you out the second your next class with him is (so long as Cartman isn't also in that class).
Otherwise, I could see him show up with flowers to your house and a simple like "Dinner? Maybe? Us? Alone? Saturday? 7pm?" He phrases each word as a question like he isn't sure about it.
I also feel like Kyle isn't a "good" texter and is another one who prefers calling or facetime. However unlike Stan who just can't text for his life, Kyle just likes seeing your face.
Like Kyle can text he just views it as somewhat annoying to do? Like if he wanted your attention on something he'd rather talk to you. Text reminds you dates though.
Uses pet names but only in private, unless it's to get your attention. If you're zoned out he calls out a quick "Hey! Babe!" and boom your eyes are on him.
Doesn't like over the top pet names and gets genuinely disgusted if you start calling him "sugar plum" or "honey bear" even if it's a joke.
Loves study dates, it's like his go to type of date. Even if it's not for the same class, just really likes studying with you. I can also see him "teaching" you what he's studying to help him learn better, this works especially well if it's about a class you're not taking.
Another guy who isn't a big fan on pda, might throw an arm over your shoulder when walking in the hallways to just have you close by him but don't really expect any affection in school.
Because of that one basketball episode (and how often the boys play basketball throughout the seasons at the park), Kyle is definitely on the basketball team and like Stan, has given you his jersey. He gets all red and proud if he sees you wearing it at his games.
Jealousy is rough with him. He often gets jealous and it stems primarily from his own insecurities, not because he doesn't trust you. He 100% does trust you, but the fact he's never had a full on official relationship kind of worries him that you'll realize he isn't the type of guy to be a boyfriend and that freaks him out so he just gets jealous at guys who spend too much time with you.
Reassuring him with cuddles or quality time or just being WITH him let's him know you aren't going anywhere.
Meeting his parents is HUGE to him. Family means a lot for Kyle, this is mainly targeted towards his mom and his brother.
His mother honestly make take time to get to liking you. She may initially think you're not good enough for Kyle or you're a hinderance for him but she comes around QUICKLY once she realizes how happy Kyle is with you and really that's all the confirmation she needs to know you're a good person for him.
I feel like his dad just, accepts you right off the bat, like "Oh hey Kyle who is this?" "My partner, dad." "You got someone to date you? Damn." And he just nods at you and you're good.
Ike loves you, like boom "Hi! I'm Ike!". If Kyle is dating you and Kyle trusts you than immediately so does Ike. Expect Ike to steal Kyle's phone just to text you. Also please just download roblox to play with him, he may never let you go after that though.
♡ KENNY MCCORMICK
Wasn't a whole lot of preplanning when he asked you out. Honestly he just goes for it.
Wasn't a big spectacle when he asked you out. Was sort've nonchalant about it but in a suave way (Stan wishes he could be like this).
Definitely geeked about it when alone in his room though. Karen walked by his room seeing him dance around and knew that you said yes. (Kenny has most definitely raved about you to Karen).
Considering his family's income he probably is the type to just take you out on a naturistic date. Like walking in the park, maybe a small picnic, nothing fancy or extravagant, but domestic and homey.
Compared to the other two, Kenny is HUGE on pda. Hand holding, kisses, bear hugs, etc. he has made that school KNOW you guys are together, from day one.
His eyes are on you the second you step into the room and they are not off of you until he cannot physically see you anymore. You are like the light of his world.
I feel as if late night drives with him are another type of date for you two. He's fixed up that beat up truck in his yard and then just drives you to a special spot he knows on a cliff overlooking South Park and you guys just hang out up there for hours, talking about whatever comes to mind. Or just simple driving around.
Lets you take aux ALWAYS, doesn't matter if you're not in the passenger seat, aux always gets handed to you.
Texts you all the time. Maybe not all the time but you get me. He's also a multiple texts in a row rather than the one text containing all of what he wants to say.
Spams "Baby, babe, hun, baby, baby, babe" a bunch of times till either you respond or he figures you're busy and then gets to what he's meaning to tell you.
Instagram feed is you two on dates among other things that he does (like pics of himself or with the other guys). You take up most of his feed though.
Doesn't get jealous actually, he's pretty secure in your guys' relationship, however if someone is clearly bothering you and you look like you're pretty uncomfortable, Kenny is punch first ask questions last because now he's running away with you in his arms.
♡ BUTTERS STOTCH
Was a nervous WRECK to ask you out :(
He, thanks to Kenny's advice, stopped you in the hallway before lunch to ask you out. and he was so red. Let him get his whole confession out to you though, he has a lot of sweet words to say about you.
Insert Glue Song by beabadoobee the entire time he's confessing to you, he's definitely tangled in love, stuck by you (haha).
Accept him and he's showing you off immediately to his friends. (Cue in Cartman who actually is just shocked, like... flabbergasted).
He goes all out for your guys' dates. Dinner, park/walk, full on research mode on how to have the world's most perfect date.
Gets grounded because he walked you home and now he walked into his own house late (I hate his parents).
Does not blame you!! Blames himself for not rushing home :(, tell him it wasn't his fault either.
Gets nervous with pda but loves it!! He's so willing to kiss you or hold hands, you may have to initiate it though, he doesn't want to screw up so he's incredibly awkward the first few times you do any sort of pda.
At carnivals he tries and wins you any stuffed animal he sees but in the end he fails at the rigged carnival games, you may have to drag him away or he'll be in debt from trying to win you things.
Buys things for you as gifts that remind him of you. Like he may just be window shopping or with his mom helping her out as she shops and he sees something on a shelf and immediately it makes him think of you so he HAS to get it.
Makes you things too, (y'all remember that episode where he made paper cutouts for stan's gang? yeah i do), like has made birthday cards, holiday cards, etc completely by hand for you. Made you a paper cut out of the two of you guys holding hands.
When he finally brings you around his parents his parents are also in disbelief. Now that they know he's dating, they're a bit more lenient on his groundings (still hate his parents).
Likes to fall asleep on call with you, you guys gave a routine that at 9pm if you guys are both home, you call each other to just fall asleep, you may not even talk once the call starts, just sleep.
AHHHH hahhaahah, thanks for reading my first post!! oh em gee i was so nervous writing this and now im even more nervous to post!! if you guys would like me to expand upon any of these headcanons or do another part (with one or all) lmk!!
#stan marsh#stan marsh x reader#kyle broflovski#kyle broflovski x reader#south park#south park x reader#butters stotch#butters stotch x reader#kenny mccormick#kenny mccormick x reader#kyle broflovski headcanons#stan marsh headcanons#kenny mccormick headcanons#butters stotch headcanons#south park headcanons
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ATZ Fanfics I’ll Forever Reread
Ok so most of this blog is me reblogging some of my favorite ATZ content, and I thought I’d make a masterpost of some of my all-time favorites. Please let me know if links aren’t working btw! A lot of these have NSFW/18+ content, so minors please DO NOT interact with those mentioning 18+ or NSFW below the cut!!!
** Updated: August 25, 2022 (added some fics and also tidied it up a bit hehe)
✨ Mists of Celeste by @hongism
NSFW!!, space pirate au
Ok, so if you’ve been on ATZ tumblr, you SURE have heard of this story by now, its at like 46 (roughly I might be remembering wrong) chapters of pure space-pirate galore and it’s honestly one of my favorite stories ever. It is NSFW, and is. M/18+, so yeah, it’s got smut and violence and trauma.
The way she writes is absolutely amazing from the world building to character development it’s insane. No character is perfect, and honestly the MC is such a badass it’s just amazing. The personas she builds is just crazy and I swear she’s a god at tying plot points together or dropping some of the juiciest info or moments at the BEST TIME!!!
Also, if you love pirates, this fic is great. I’m such a hoe for this fic it’s insane, it’s so well done and just everything one could want. It also has MANY funny moments that had me cackling. I do love the very “human” moments of just dissecting the human psyche or emotions and dealing with trauma and the like, or even the complications of relationships and ethics. Overall a work of art.
✨ Horizon by @pxedpiper
SFW, pirate au
Another iconic pirate ATZ fic, I read this one a LONG time ago, but it’s a classic pirate AU with the MC as a princess who gets stuck on ATZ’s ship and it’s very found family vibes and cute.
It’s 21 chapters of everything I love too, and is completed hehe. It is Hongjoong x reader, so it’s even 100000x better because I am a huge simp for Captain Hongjoong on so many levels it’s a shame that there’s not more pirate Hongjoong fics.
✨ Do you believe in fate? by @lettersfromaphrodite
SFW, soulmate au, magic au
A glorious HJ x reader chapter story with soulmates, magic, and all that good stuff. I read this one a long time ago, but the story is just so good and I love a good soulmate AU ahhhh. There is a sequel that’s a Chan x reader one (as in Chan from SKZ).
✨ Pirate King by @chaseatinydream
SFW, pirate au
NOW THIS!! THISSSSSS!!!!! I rmb when I first found this and was like huh this is a lot of chapters, and I wonder what it’s like. I swear hands-down I obsessively read the HELL out of this. IT’S SO GOOD!!!!
It is another Pirate AU (my favorite), and it’s done so well I screeched multiple times, the whole story is so immersive and you literally cannot help but keep reading it, I would read this story til like 3AM it’s crazy.
The MC’s storyline is SO COOL and unique from what I’ve seen. And the ending is just absolute perfection. I would make everyone read this if I could (like MOC LOL).
✨ Body Talk by @jungkxook
NSFW, 18+ smut
This is a 3 part story FWB! Wooyoung x virgin!reader, and the story is basically, reader asks wooyoung to take her virginity and the like. The smut is written so well and I just love a good ole idiots to lovers vibes because obviously they’re both in denial LOL.
✨ You’re the one that I want by @ateezmakemeweep
18+ NSFW
this is peak Badboy!Seonghwa do not get me started. This author has the tendency to pull you in and immerse you and then destroy you in the best of ways.
I have actually not finished this out of fear of what happens next but lemme tell you, if you love a good angsty love story, read tf outta this. the way they write this story is just PERFECTION with the build-up and everything.
Highly recommend this author in the first place but man, this was so good and the relationship building is awesome too (and ofc the angst if you love it). I swear I’ll finish this one day when I’m emotionally ready.
✨ Richboy!Seonghwa by @ateezmakemeweep
18+, NSFW
but another iconic writing by this amazing author. You will become obsessed immediately. It’s just absolute perfection.
✨ Into the Aurora by @honeyhotteoks
18+ NSFW
one of my favorite ot8 x reader fics, premise is really great and written VERY WELL.
It’s so good it will have you absolutely SWOONING!!!!!!
✨ Murphy’s Law by @uhmingi
NSFW, 19+ a/f/s, soulmate au, alien au, enemies to friends to lovers, san x reader, and ?/reader
the way I’m absolutely OBSESSED WITH THIS STORY??? should be illegal, it literally had me geeking out from the very first chapter, especially with the whole AU itself.
Because aliens? How you gonna portray that? what kind of world are we in? And like literally it has me on the floor freaking out over how GOOD IT IS.
Literally I had no idea what would happen next with each chapter. There is sadly only going to be 4 chapters, BUT I feel like this story will end satisfyingly, that’s the vibes I’m getting.
But man, I will forever wish I could look at this story for the first time all over again just relive the shock moments.
You will NOT regret reading this story. I would sell my soul for more chapters, but man this author got me YEARNING for these characters AGHJJJJJJ.
Literally this story had me SWOONING
✨ Letters to a Ruined King by @ zetsumyona (on AO3)
18+, mature,
another pirate AU that has me having heart eyes over captain hongjoong tho he hasn’t done a lot yet in this story. I
t is marked as an ateez x reader, tho granted they can always throw surprises at us but my assumption is that any member is game LOL. this series is also Mature and 18+ btw.
It’s got great worldbuilding, portrayal of emotions, and it’s been fun to guess how each relationship is gonna go.
But the level of depth they’ve given the characters is crazy, and you don’t know what to expect next
it’s definitely an interesting take on a pirate AU
✨ You Belong to Us by @teeztheflag
18+, mature, ot8!werewolf ateez x werewolf!reader
about four parts right now, but man I love this fic. I think why I always liked werewolf!aus is the found family vibe but also the soulmate vibe and I always love re-reading it because it makes me so curious about their dynamics.
✨ Der Damonen Klan by @teeztheflag
18+, mature, demon au, poly teez
this was the first fic I found on their page and I love it. It' just such a vibe and I'm such a fan of ot8!fics because they're so entertaining and seeing the dynamics of each relationship (but also lowkey having people interested in you woohoo what fun). The storyline here I really like too because the MC is still trying to figure out what works and how she feels about them and the like. hehe.
✨ Blood Masquerade by @hongism
M/18+, fem!reader x tba, smut, violence
So ofc it's Miss Caly herself so obviously it's amazing. It actually mimics a dating simulator so she'd have choices after each chapter. and man this story is so immersive and I love how the MC is such a badass and isn't letting the boys win her over so easy, and although there's only 2 chapters so far, its stunning. The best part is you don't know what to expect since it's a twist on dating simulators and it's just so good, I cannot wait for more parts.
✨ catlike by @ maganxx (AO3)
witch au
san gets turned into reader’s familiar and I’m about halfway thru it but it’s so good!!! It just finished I think.
✨ Kiss of Chaos by @ tenelkadjo (AO3)
Here’s the tumblr link as I’ve learned recently they’re also on tumblr @tenelkadjowrites
NSFW
another witch au
THE WAY I WAS OBSESSED WITH THIS THE STORY IS SO COOL AND THERE’S SMUT AND WORLDBUILDING AND AHHHHH
Seonghwa x reader
literally I wish they would write one shots with each member because I think it would be so cool (please write one about Fae Hongjoong I might lose my mind) !!!!!!! And Seonghwa is such a hottie in this too!!!!!!
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One shots! One’s that are NSFW are labelled but please read the further content readings when you go to the post.
✨ Can’t Stand You by @domjaehyun
NSFW, HJ x reader
basically HJ is bad boy and reader is good student, and they get paired together
✨ 5 weeks by @ zetsumyona (on AO3)
NSFW
strangers to lovers, colleagues to lovers, smut, there is an age gap btw (the reader is older)
idol!wooyoung x fem-stylist!reader
✨ Can’t take my eyes off of you by @bobateastay
NSFW
san x reader
70s college au, boy next door san, smut
✨ Take me home pt 1 by @yeosanghwas
NSFW
wooyoung x reader
THIS WSS SO GOOD WTF, it gets so heated in the best of ways
sub!wooyoung, softdom!reader, smut, frenemies to lovers, college au, fluff
✨ hop hop little bunny by @bngchnsi
NSFW
yeosang x reader
when I read this for the first time I about died thank you very much
brat tamer!yeosang x brat!reader
✨ A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out by to_shinestar (AO3)
NSFW
wooyoung x san x reader
!!! the iconic duo!!
this literally got ME sweating
✨ The House of Eden by @ faerbloom (AO3)
literally the softest thing I ever read
this is a very wholesome fic and just makes me wanna live in the woods with my lovers as a witch like wtf
ot8 x reader
✨ Room for Three by @honeyhotteoks
NSFW
yunho x reader x seonghwa
a duo I didn’t think I needed
there’s a second part too
this fic is literally so good i was SWOONING!!!!! just the dynamics and everything got me SCREECHING if they made a whole series of this I would go feral please and thank you
#arkive recs#ateez#ateez x reader#ateez series#hongjoong x reader#seonghwa x reader#yunho x reader#yeosang x reader#san x reader#mingi x reader#wooyoung x reader#jongho x reader#ateez ot8 x reader#ateez smut#ateez pirate au#ateez fantasy au
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Hi, i just like to say that i loved the concept of welcome home- housemates. And i was wondering if you can do more of it? Or maybe make ut into a series? But i hope y oh you have a good day/niget/aftternoon 👍
Drink your food and wat your water t and getyour pre-sleep-nap in bbye
(Sowry for spling mstakes i tird and it 3am)
Welcome Home x Reader - Housemates (Pt. 2)
(Part 1)
Hello! You're lucky, I just got my pre-sleep nap in yesterday! Sounds like you need a bit of a reminder for a nap yourself, though, haha! Anyways, the person who requested the previous installment of this series also asked if I could continue it, so here it is! Lowkey this reminds me of that AU I've seen floating around of the Welcome Home crew meeting an ex-Playfellow worker.
Also, I changed Eddie's colour to orange to keep him unique from Sally.
Not proofread!
Words: 2685
Type: Fic, platonic
Tw: Death mention, murder mention, gore mention, swearing
You sat on the couch in your living room, scissors still in hand. You said nothing. Looking around you, eight puppets of varying sizes and variety stood before you, all staring back. The smallest was a yellow puppet with a spiraled blue pompadour. The tallest was a mostly-red-partly-rainbow bird... Thing (you couldn't quite make out what she was supposed to be), whose neck was forced to bend down just to fit in the house. And by far the largest was a giant blue beagle dog that wore a vest and stood on its hind legs.
The puppets stared at you with varying degrees of nervousness. The bird was probably the most nervous considering she was actively shivering looking between you and the scissors. You reckoned the least nervous was the blue pompadour puppet, but it was hard to tell since he had the same dazed smile he had since you first saw him.
The puppet in the middle - about five feet, yellow with orange hair, wore a mailman's uniform - raised his hands. He was the one who had coaxed you to the couch, and the one you recognised as the voice that had spoken to you when you were under the bed. It was quite the ordeal getting you to the couch, actually. Involved a lot of screaming.
The puppet took a deep breath and spoke. "So," he said, "we obviously are not from here."
"Yeah, I guessed that," you replied, gritting your teeth. Your eyebrows were furrowed, and your mouth turned down into a deep frown. Truth be told, you were really scared. But you thought it was best to assert dominance in this situation.
"And we would really appreciate your help in getting back home," he continued. "We- we don't know how we got here yet, or what this world is, but we just want to go back to Home. Please."
You stared at the puppet. He looked you dead in the eye before glancing down and away, fiddling with his three-fingered hands. Next to him, a grey puppet with dark blue hair and a black unibrow sighed and took a small step forward. They stepped back as you grabbed your scissors tightly.
"We can't tell you why we're here of all places, or why it's us," they said. "Frankly, we barely remember anything at all. This world is... Strange. First of all, there's the lack of colour in the nature - have you ever seen so much green and brown? Secondly, there's you; I don't know what you are, but you're clearly not one of us. But you're intelligent nonetheless, and that's frankly quite scary."
You crossed your arms and leaned back. "Why should I help you?" you asked. "You could be murderers, vicious monsters that will tear me from limb to limb. Why should I trust you?"
"Don't you have any compassion?" another voice called. Looking to the source, you saw the yellow creature you had spotted in the stairwell earlier. Now you knew she was some sort of star puppet, and quite a short one at that. "We are from a distant land; one far beyond your wildest imagination. We come from a land of wonder and peace, now ripped from our grip and tossed away who knows where! And we come to you for support, for help, and yet you toss us aside like nothing! Where is your humanity?!"
You paused. "Wow, you sure are theatrical," you replied. The puppet huffed and crossed her arms. You sighed and leaned back into the soft red cushion of the couch, hand pinching the bridge of your nose. You sighed, "will you even tell me who you are?"
"Well, I'm Barnaby." You looked up to see the dog puppet talking to you, hand - or paw - resting on his chest. He pointed to the bird on his right. "And this is Poppy, and next to her is Frank." He pointed to the one with the monobrow. "And then there's Eddie, Wally, and Julie," he said, motioning to the yellow mailman, the blue pompadour puppet, and another puppet with ridiculously long blonde hair and a bell-shaped red dress. Next, he motioned to the star puppet and the green puppet you recognised a the one you saw outside your front door. "And that's Sally and Howdy."
"Okay, well, I'm Y/N," you responded. "And I'm a human, in case you didn't know."
"But I'm a human," Wally stated. "Are you sure you're a human?"
You looked at the puppet confused. "What? Yes, I'm a human. You're a puppet."
Wally stared at you before replying, "am I a puppet?"
"Oh, for fuck's sake."
"Okay, let's move on!" Howdy exclaimed, rushing to put a barrier between the two of you with his arms. "Anyway, there's one neighbour we haven't mentioned." You raised an eyebrow.
"And who would that be?" you asked. Suddenly, the floor lamp turned on. "Oh, right. So, is that like, a ghost or something?"
"Nope! That would be our very own Home," Barnaby explained.
You scoffed, "what, like a house? You're telling me a house possessed my house?"
The group paused.
"Well, I'm not quite sure what else to tell you," Frank deadpanned.
"Bloody hell," you groaned. Standing up, you began to pace around the living room, trying to take all the new information in. "Alright, so, there's eight puppets and a house in my house. Or eight puppets in my house and a house possessing my house - I don't know. And these eight puppets and one house expect me to magically send them back home to... Where do you live again?"
"Home," Frank answered.
"Right, Home. Uh, so you expect me to take you home to Home despite me having no knowledge of what or where that even is." You put your hands to your face and sighed. "You know, this was supposed to be my mental health break today. I'm supposed to be eating popcorn and watching Dirty Dancing, not dealing with this."
The group didn't say anything. Looking at them, you saw none of them wanted to meet your gaze. Each puppet looked elsewhere; either out the window, at the roof, or admiring the old school furniture cluttering up your living room.
Suddenly, you were sparked with an idea. Hurrying to the back of the house, you opened one of the many dark wooden doors and entered your study. The room was lined with a variety of colourful wooden bookshelves filled with a vast collection of books and other knick-knacks. Facing away from the window was your main desk, featuring a pen cup, a stack of paper, and a typewriter. And lining the walls were several maps, a bin full of other rolled up ones below it.
Hurrying over to the wall, you ripped the maps off the Blu tack holding them to the wallpaper. Also taking the bin of leftover maps in your hand, you speed walked out the door and back to the lounge room. Dropping most of the maps to the floor, you spread the world map out on the coffee table.
"Okay, this is the map of this world. Do you recognise anything?" You said. The puppets crowded around the table, a little too close to you for comfort. Frank leaned down and dragged his index finger over the map, stopping every once in a while to read the names of the countries. Eventually, he straightened up and spoke.
"No," he said.
"Are you sure?" you asked.
"I'm sure."
"Are you sure you're sure?"
"I'm certain." He furrowed his eyebrow slightly.
You sighed, "well, I'm out of ideas then."
The group shared a worried look before staring at you. Howdy opened his mouth to speak, but quickly shut it. Julie played with her hair while Eddie adjusted his tie. Finally, Eddie stepped forward.
"Can we please stay for the night, then?" he asked. "It's just- we have nowhere to go."
You looked at Eddie. He seemed... Genuine. The way he gripped his hat in his hands and held it to his chest reminded you of the period dramas you watched on television. You noticed him fiddling with the brim of his hat every so often and adverting his gaze for just a moment. Looking at the others, you could see the worry in their eyes. Sally, who you had assumed to always be loud, was silent. And Howdy had his many hands behind his back and looked out the window. Even Wally, who seemed to be perfectly content, had a vibe about him and a look in his eyes that spoke otherwise.
You couldn't believe you were about to say this. "Fine. I'll let you stay. But this is my house, and you have to follow my rules, got it?"
"Really?" Julie exclaimed, jumping up onto her tiptoes and interlocking her fingers in front of her. "Thank you!" She ran the short distance between the two of you and enveloped you in a tight hug.
"Hey!" you yelled, pushing her off.
"Sorry," she replied.
"Anyway, you got what I said? My house, my rules. And that goes for you two, house that's possessing this place. I don't care what you are, you're doing as I say until I can get you out of here." You pointed a finger at the roof. You got a cacophony of creaks in response.
"He agrees," Wally said. You gave him a confused look before quickly brushing it off.
"So, what do we do first?" Julie asked. "Cooking, baking, gardening? Oh, we could even play a game of tag!"
"No! No, no, no. No games, no cooking, no gardening, no nothing. We need to work out where you're going to sleep, first of all." You waved your hands in front of you. "I only have two beds and two mattresses, and there's eight of you. Three of you are going to have to take the shed."
"The shed? My feathers!" Poppy shivered.
"Don't worry, it's not that bad," you replied. "Just follow me and I'll show you."
Walking out of the lounge room and into the kitchen, you headed out the back door into the yard. Instantly, you were hit with the fresh air of the countryside: oxygen with a hint of pine and wildflowers. Looking out over your vast expanse of land, you took in the sight of the bright green blades of grass bordered by tall middle growth conifer trees. Almost immediately, you felt relaxed.
Stepping down the concrete steps and onto the steppingstone path, you walked around to the side of the house. You brushed your hands against the white wooden exterior of the house, taking in the feel of the chipping paint and wood. Behind you, you heard the sounds of the group of puppets making their way out the door and talking.
Finally, you came to the front of the shed. It wasn't quite the size of your house, but could constitute as a small one, nonetheless. The wavy metal roof combined with the metal sheets of the walls made quite the start contrast to your rustic farmhouse. There were few windows, and what ones there were were high up and small. Flowering shrubs dotted the outside, bringing a bit of colour to the otherwise grey building.
You turned around to face the puppets, saying, "voila! Isn't she a beauty? Stainless steel, insulated, cost me a fortune to build."
The group stepped forward towards the building. Heading to the door first was Poppy, who gripped the door handle with her wing and slowly opened the door. Ducking her head inside, she gasped.
"My feathers!" she exclaimed.
Pushing her way past Poppy was Sally, who also gasped when she saw the inside. "It's so dusty!" she yelled - and sneezed.
"It's a little cluttered, yeah, but I make good use of it." You walked over to the shed entrance. "I store all my old stuff in here. Better than getting rid of it."
Squeezing your way past Poppy's mound of feathers, you stepped inside the building. Inside, each inch of the floor and walls were taken over by boxes and furniture. Everything was retro, from old floral print couches to tacky ceramic animal-themed salt and pepper shakers stored on the shelves. And Sally wasn't wrong; it was covered in dust.
"Who is supposed to sleep in here?" Frank asked, a hint of fear in his voice.
"Not it!" Sally yelled, quickly followed by Julie, both of them putting their fingers to their noses.
"Not me, either," Frank said, repeating the action.
"Or me." Barnaby followed suit.
"I'd prefer not to, sorry," Eddie apologised as he put his whole hand to his nose.
You were a little offended, to say the least. "Well," you began, "I guess that just leaves you guys." You motioned to Wally, Howdy, and Poppy.
"But I don't want to stay in here," Wally said, still somehow smiling.
Barnaby shrugged. "Sorry, bud, but you didn't say 'not it' quick enough."
"Oh..." Wally looked down.
You watched as Howdy walked around the shed. He leaned down every now and then to wipe some dust off the furniture. He turned around to face you with a smile on his face.
"This isn't so bad!" he said. "If we were to just..." He lifted up one of the boxes and stacked it on another. "See? Already making progress!"
"Oh, I know! Why don't we make this a game?" Julie suggested. "Whoever can clean up their area first wins!"
"Julie, I'm not quite sure that cleaning counts as a game-"
"I'm in!" Sally yelled, cutting Frank off. She ran over to one of the boxes labelled 'Grandma's clothes' and picked it up, stacking it on top of another box in the corner. She then repeated the process, jumping over chairs and around shelves to get where she wanted.
Barnaby laughed, "don't leave me out of this!" Walking over to a stack of three large boxes in the corner, he leaned down and picked them up with his paws like it was nothing. Walking over to the corner where Sally had dropped her boxes, he placed them down.
"Hey!" Sally called out. "No fair! I can't pick up that many boxes at once!"
Soon the whole group was in on the game, picking up boxes and moving furniture to the sides of the room. You watched from the door as they hurried to get the most boxes down. Barnaby and Howdy had the clear advantage with their strength and Howdy's extra arms. It occurred to you that you hadn't even asked him why he had those in the first place, or why there was yellow and orange antennae on either side of his forehead. Perhaps he was a bug.
Eventually, you were so lost in thought you didn't even notice the group of puppets standing in front of you with wide smiles on their faces. They each high-fived one another (or low-fived, in the case of Barnaby, Howdy, and Poppy meeting the others). It was only when your gaze drifted to Julie's flapping arms did you snap out of your trance.
"Uh- what?" you stammered. Looking around the shed, you saw they really had cleaned the place out. The room looked... Nice, for a change. Now, normally you took pride in the shed either way, but that was more based on collection rather than presentation. But now, with the sofas set up facing each other, shelving units used as room dividers and boxes stacked neatly in the corner the space looking liveable.
"What do you think?" Julie asked.
You paused. "It looks... It looks good."
The group looked around at each other and smiled. Howdy patted those closest to him on the back. You looked down at your watch; it was only eleven in the morning. You still had plenty of time left in the day.
"Well, um, I'm probably going to go scroll through social media now," you said, turning to walk out the door. "Don't cause a mess, or I will kill you." You walked out of the shed, shutting the door behind you.
I will make a part 3 to this! Hold tight!
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Almost Home
(Benedict Bridgerton x Reader)
Benedict Bridgerton x gn!Reader
Modern AU
Rated: G
Word count: 1.3k
Summary: Meeting the Bridgerton family was everything you needed to take the next step with Benedict.
Author’s Note: It was 3am. I wrote a thing. I now have a disorder where I can’t listen to a song without my brain concocting a Benedict story around it. Almost Home - Reprise by Moby, Novo Amor, et al.
Your mind was made up now. The sureness of your decision settled over you comfortably as you stared out the window of the car, shadows of trees racing by. You didn’t allow the logistics to sully the warm, nearly buoyant sensation flooding through you. Everything would be taken care of, he would make sure of it.
You trailed your fingers down the side of his face as he laid in your lap, tracing the length of his sideburn and the angle of his jaw. You thought you heard him hum lightly with satisfaction as you repeated the motion.
The party had been a success, both for its honoree and for yourself. Though you had been hesitant to attend and raging with insecurities upon your initial arrival, Benedict had been right that it was the perfect opportunity for you to meet his family. Such an event was bound to happen eventually, but for you it held particular significance. It was your final litmus test for this relationship, the one barrier to you finally acquiescing and moving in with him.
You had been seeing each other for nearly a year, but you were not the sort to cohabitate quickly. As much as you longed to spend every waking moment with Benedict, as certain as you were that he could fulfill every desire of your body and need for companionship in your heart, there was one more piece of a shared life together than you needed to make sure would fit. No matter how happy Benedict could make you every day as your partner, you knew you would always feel a void without the love of a good family behind him. It was a void you already lived with, having no family of your own except one sister who lived far away. Your childhood had been happy, filled with aunts, uncles and your doting parents. But the passage of time had seen them all fade, stolen from you by illness or the resulting scars of loss, and one by one they had fallen away, leaving you with solitary Christmases and birthdays that you had to celebrate for yourself, if you chose to recognize them at all.
You didn’t need an extended family to thrive of course, but you wanted it. You wanted to feel held by more than one person if you should ever be in need. You wanted to have somewhere that felt like home outside your own flat, a place to visit for the holidays where you could hear laughter and justify cooking for more than two people. Benedict knew this. He had rocked you when you learned of your cousin’s passing, and supported you when you decided that speaking to your father was no longer in the best interest of your mental health. He had told you about his family, his devoted mother and all seven of his brothers and sisters, some of them already having children of their own. You sensed that he didn’t talk about them as often as he wanted to because he didn’t want to draw comparisons between your situations or seem boastful. You had avoided asking much about them too, your imposter syndrome rearing every time you considered meeting an actual viscount or visiting a legitimate ancestral home. But when the Bridgerton siblings had banded together to plan their mother’s birthday party, you knew you would be meeting them all at last.
Everyone had been so welcoming to you, it felt as if it were your party. You didn’t have time to be awed by the dizzying size and beauty of Aubrey Hall because Benedict’s sister-in-law Kate had looped her arm through yours and began narrating to you the key points to note for each Bridgerton sibling and party guest. Don’t leave unattended plates around Colin, careful what you say around Penelope, don’t get Eloise started on politics, Phillip makes the best cocktails, Daphne will be the most willing to tell you all of Benedict’s most embarrassing childhood stories, and Simon may look intimidating, but wait until he starts singing to his children. Anthony, her husband the Viscount, had an air of suspicion about him when you first met, but as the night progressed and you held your own in the games and good-natured ribbing, you saw him soften and even nod at you with a small, accepting smile. You respected his wariness. Of course the eldest should be looking out for his brother and making sure he had found a good match.
Then there was Violet, gentle with her gaze and sharp with her tongue, ready to spar with and scold her children as needed, but always with an undeniable air of love. She glowed throughout the day as she was lavished with praise and gifts, demuring that she didn’t deserve any of it. She wept when Anthony gave a toast in her honor, and wept harder when she opened Benedict’s gift, a still life painting of violets and lilacs arranged together. And she had gravitated toward you, even more than Kate had, always inviting you into each conversation and resting a soft hand on your back whenever you were feeling overwhelmed. She was an embodiment of motherhood, exuding warmth and comfort to everyone around her, not just her own children. It was almost as if she knew your story, or perhaps Benedict had told her, that you had no mother of your own and were craving precisely the sort of kindness she extended to you. When the event drew to a close and you said your goodbyes, she had embraced you just tight enough and just long enough that you fought not to cry as you pulled away and joined Benedict in the hired car.
As if Benedict weren’t already perfect enough, you had fallen as quickly and madly in love with his family as you had with him. They were everything your broken heart wished for and could never have imagined finding. A massive, joyous, bickering family that generated a palpable sense of love when they gathered. It was more than you could ask for, an answered prayer.
A bit drunk and entirely exhausted, Benedict had flopped into your lap in the back of the car as it sped toward the city. Eyes closed, a satisfied smile played on his lips as you held his head, one hand carding through the dark waves of his hair and the other tracing his face. However you had managed to find him, and however he had chanced to love you, you didn’t know. But you were grateful for it. Perhaps it was the trade off, the universe finally delivering you a happy turn after it had taken so much from you.
You had no hesitation now in taking the next step and moving in with him. You knew this step would be short-lived with how frequently he spoke of ‘forever’ and ‘someday’ and how he had recently developed a fascination with the fingers of your left hand. But you found you had no misgivings about marrying him. You would do it tomorrow if he asked. You wanted, no, needed to keep him forever. Him and his beautiful family, who had showered you with so much love you were left speechless. The hard ground you had tread in your past had yielded treasure and you were ready to turn away and leave all the pain behind, to let go and enter this world that felt so right for you.
When you started to recognize the streets leading up to Benedict’s flat, you smoothed his hair and bent to kiss his forehead, then ghosted your lips over his as you whispered to him.
“Wake up, my love. We’re almost home.”
No tags, I'm just goofing.
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untitled janet/talia, Bruce's bio kid Tim AU -> no choice but to love you pt. 5
Janet didn’t know what looked worse for her: bringing a boy that looked extremely familiar to see Bruce Wayne or the bag she had thrown over her shoulder that was clearly a mommy tote bag. It was packed with water and snacks and all the color books Tim could reasonably fit in it (seven, with one of them being a jumbo edition that boasted over 100 pages of activities).
In her defense, Tim tended to warm up best when talking to strangers if he was given something to do with his hands. He’d bonded with many of his early education tutors over a mean session of coloring. He could clearly write his alphabet and the names of everyone in his family when asked. If he didn’t have to look away from his coloring, he could ever recite the addresses of both their town home and Jack’s office as well as Janet and Jack’s phone numbers.
It got easier to get him to talk, but until Tim felt comfortable Bruce was just going to have to deal with it. She already had plans of setting Tim up over on the sofa near Bruce’s little in house coffee bar. He’d be close, but the adults could still speak.
The truth was coming out and they had to get their stories straight.
The man behind the front desk was the same today and his eyes lingered on Tim for what felt like an eternity as Janet approached. Before his attention could become too noticeable, he smiled at them both, just as warm as the day before. Gratefully, Janet greeted Ron by name and he took pleasure in making a little event out of making Tim his own visitor’s pass.
The little boy’s smile was blinding as he helped arrange the sticker just so on his little plaid button up.
“What do we say, Tim?” Janet reminded, smiling as he ran his fingers over the front of his shirt and the sticker in lines.
“Thank you, sir,” he supplied, not looking up, but flashing a gap toothed smile. He scrubbed his fingers over the rougher texture of the cloth and smoothed them with the smooth glide over the sticker with apparent delight.
“No problem, little buddy,” Ron assured him. “That’s a polite boy you have there. Did you need the whole spiel again, Mrs. Drake?”
“No, I think I can remember,” she said, smile dimming. It was almost pathological the way she wanted to break down and ask what he thought about a strange woman arranging a sudden appointment with Bruce Wayne only to show up with a child the next day. She was desperate to know what people were thinking, how they were judging her.
Her life was going to be a terrible cliché from here on out.
Janet wished him well and Tim waved as she took him by his free hand and led him to the elevators.
“Mommy? Um, Mom, I mean,” Tim said in stops and starts, peering up at her. He’d unfortunately taken it to heart when Jack told him that big boys didn’t call their parents Mommy or Daddy. “This isn’t Da-. Um. This isn’t the office.”
Janet hitched her tote bag higher on her shoulder and wished again that frantic web searches at 3am were more helpful. Tim wasn’t deaf; he’d definitely heard Jack yelling that Tim wasn’t his son and had obviously readily internalized the information.
It didn’t help that Jack had staunchly refused to even look at Tim since.
“Remember what I said in the car, baby? About Mr. Wayne?” she prompted and Tim’s little face scrunched up in thought. It may have been all of fifteen minutes ago, but if Tim had been distracted by anything while she was talking, the conversation was as good as lost to the sands of time.
“He works here?” he guessed, still a little mystified as Janet herded him into the elevator. It was thankfully empty.
“Yes he does. His office is all the way at the top,” she explained. “And he’s your dad. Remember?”
“There was an oopsie where babies come from,” Tim remembered. “And instead of- And my dad is actual someone else.”
“Pretty big oopsie,” Janet agreed. “I’m sorry, Timmy. It’s not fair.”
“It’s okay,” he patted their joined hands. “I’m sorry Daddy, um. I’m sorry J-Jack is mad.”
Janet wanted to scoop him up and assure him that none of this was his fault, but the elevator was already sliding open on their destination. Stepping off, Janet was startled to see Emma already looking their way eagerly. She seemed, if possible, in higher spirits than yesterday. She wondered what Bruce told her.
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So I thought about it, and I have decided that I'm going to post my COD au here as well!
I really would love it if you guys interacted with it over on AO3, but if you wanna read it here, by all means!
Oasis ~ GhostxSoap
(Blurb)
Moving to a new town should have been easy compared to everything Johnny has gone through in his life.
And yet, life continues to throw challenges at him like he's a fucking dart board.
He didn't mean to lay his bike down in the middle of an empty street, at 3-something in the morning.
He didn't mean to come across 141.
And yet, that neon oasis might be the best thing that has ever happened to him.
Or
Post-Military AU where Soap was never a part of the TF.
The 141 is a garage that happens to be open 24/7.
Hurt and comfort ensues.
Onto the fic!
Chapter 1 - Neon
(Soap's POV)
Like an oasis in a barren desert.
A lighthouse across stormy waters.
A beacon of hope in the vast pitch black of night.
The neon 'Mechanic Open' sign was a beautiful sight.
Against the dark backdrop of 3am suburbia, Johnny couldn't help but feel like this whole situation was a bit surreal. A new town, unfamiliar roads. Odd sounds. Hell, even the air was different. It was like the world was against him, and the nightmares had been keeping him up until odd hours.
His bike was the only familiar thing, now. So of course... he had to go and lay it down in the middle of a dew-slick street.
Thankfully, he had been the only one around to witness his own embarrassment. He and his bike had hit the ground hard.
Unfamiliar streets, and all that.
They were both scraped up, and Johnny found himself limping as he wheeled his girl closer to the town centre. His phone, miraculously, had stayed attached to its mount during the crash. Hell, Maps was still running!
He was scared to start her back up, though. There was something dripping from her engine, but Johnny wasn't about to stop in the middle of the street to investigate.
That's why when - after what felt like at least ten hours of walking - he spotted the mechanic and relief flooded his battered body.
His hobbling slowed the closer he got. Once he reached the driveway, Johnny could see that the shop was actually pretty big for the neighbourhood he was in. A large building with three open roller doors. Warm white light illuminated the space. There was a smaller building attached to the left side, another 'Open' sign flashing on the glass door.
Johnny wheeled his girl up the brick driveway. There was a vintage Cadillac in the bay closest to what he assumed was the office. Its hood was up, but the garage was empty.
The Scotsman stopped just before the entrance of the middle bay, nudging the kickstand down with his bad leg.
A clatter came from his left, and Johnny's head snapped up. The fly screen door that must have lead into the office had been propped open, and a man with an impressive pair of mutton chops was looking at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Bike troubles?"
Johnny shrugged, his shoulder aching from where he'd landed on it. "Had a wee accident."
The man latched the door open before walking over to where Johnny was standing. Analytical eyes ran over the bike. Over the scuffs along her side. Over the broken foot peg and the missing side mirror.
"Mostly cosmetic, but I'd be happy to look it over. Run some diagnostics and such. When'd it happen?"
Johnny checked his watch, only to find the screen smashed to shit. He plucked his phone off the mount and went back through his route history. "About... forty five minutes ago?"
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(Price's POV)
The man in front of him was a tough bastard if he was standing outside the garage only 45 minutes post-accident.
John's eyes roved over his figure. In the dim light outside the garage, the only wear and tear he could see was a scuff on his right glove. But given the damage on the left side of the bike, John suspected that a majority of the issues were currently bathed in the darkness of their driveway.
"My name's John, but most just call me ‘Cap’."
The man nodded his helmeted head, sticking out his right hand. John shook it with a significantly more gentle touch than he normally would. The last thing he wanted to do was make the man’s injuries worse.
"Soap- that's what- people call me Soap."
John wasn't about to judge him, given that his business partner seemed to think 'Ghost' was a suitable way to introduce himself. "Why don't we put her in one of the indoor bays?"
John opened the smaller roller door behind Bay 3 and took the bike from Soap's hands once he had put the kickstand back up. The three bays around the back were mostly reserved for bikes, given the smaller entrance points. Though, Bay 4 was permanently taken up by Gaz's poker table and Simon's Harley.
He set Soap's bike up in Bay 5, before turning his attention back to their new client. John had been correct to assume the damage was primarily on his left side.
There was a large graze down the side of his thigh. Denim torn and spotted with blood. Scuffs ran up the length of his left arm, with a deep gouge out of the leather on his shoulder. But what he was most concerned about was the scratch on the side of his helmet.
"You need to get checked out by a doctor, son."
Soap jolted, as if he hadn't expected John to speak. Even with the dark visor hiding his features, John could see his hesitation.
"Ahm not a... huge fan o' hospitals."
John walked around the bike to stand in front of the other man. A hand made its way onto Soap's right shoulder.
"One of my boys is a retired army medic. Wha'd you say to lettin’ ‘im check you out?"
Soap was quiet for a long moment. But then he reached up and unclipped his chin-strap, before pulling the helmet off his head.
The first thing John's eyes were drawn to was the dark, overgrown mohawk. But his attention soon shifted to Soap's eyes. A beautiful ocean blue. Too blue. It was unusual to see on someone real. Most people with eyes like Soap's were confined to TV screens.
The third thing he noticed was the bloody cut slicing through his eyebrow. And the fourth? The fact that he was exactly Simon's type. Almost ridiculously so.
"Ah guess that'd be okay. Mah leg is a wee bit sore."
"I can imagine," John snorted, taking Soap's helmet from him and guiding him towards the door to their staff room.
He set the helmet on the break table and waved for Soap to sit on the couch. "Back in a moment."
John quickly made his way back into the office. It was nearly 4 in the morning, but Gaz always got up early. He was usually in by 6. So John had no issue calling him.
The phone only rang twice before Gaz's familiar voice answered.
"Yeah?"
"Can you come in early?"
"Why?"
Despite the question, John knew Gaz was already getting up and ready to make his way over. And it wasn't just because he could hear the man moving around.
"Had a client come in. Crashed 'is bike. Need you to check 'im out."
Gaz hummed. "Ghost is the bike expert, Cap."
"No. I need you to check the client out, not the bike. He doesn't want to go to the hospital. Stands like a vet."
"Oh, shit. Okay. I'll be over in ten."
Gaz hung up before John could say 'thank you'.
Pre-emptively, he grabbed the first aid kit Gaz kept under the front desk and made his way back to the staff room.
Soap was sitting where he'd left him. Though, he'd taken the chance to peel his jacket off and drape it over the back of the couch - torn shoulder side up.
John dropped the kit onto the table before moving to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. Soap took it with a grateful smile and a wince.
There wasn't much John was comfortable doing without Gaz present. But he could at least give Soap some gauze and direct his own hand to the cut on his eyebrow.
"Any ideas on how you got that one?"
Soap glanced over at his helmet. "Ah think mah intercom came loose. Ah don't know. Ah just remember somethin' cracking an' then hittin' me. It might still be in there."
John grabbed the helmet from where he had placed it. Inspecting the inside he saw that, sure enough, the bracket for the internal mic had snapped and was hanging by its wire. There was a sharp shard of plastic jutting out of the end of it.
John unplugged the jack and held up the offending piece equipment for Soap to see. "Yer right."
Soap merely nodded, taking a swig of his water with his free hand. "Ah'm just glad that mah eye's still in mah fookin’ skull."
John laughed. The kid had a good sense of humour. Unfortunately.
He was definitely Simon's type.
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Anything with a 1 for the fic game!
1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)
Oh goddddd what a struggle? I asked @timandlucy to answer this for me, and she said this one (which is, oddly enough, one of my favourite things I've written - it was a fun challenge!) or this one (her Secret Santa gift, so she may be biased there...)
10. How do you decide what to write?
If something keeps me up at night, I know I need to write it out of pure spite. Seriously though, if I wake up at 3am thinking about an idea, that alone tells me it's compelling enough and/or excites me enough that I need to follow through with it.
11. Are you partial to a certain character/pairing or are you more equal-opportunity? If you are partial to any character/pairing, why do you think that is?
All Chenford, all the time! I absolutely love both Tim and Lucy, and I have so much fun exploring these two characters. But I think if I had to chose, I'd say Tim, purely because (at least generally speaking) he holds his cards closer to the chest than Lucy, so there can be more to play with there.
12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?
Hmm, I don't think so? I'm generally pretty open-minded, but once something's on my shit list, it's usually there to stay!
13. Are there any tropes you used to like but don’t anymore?
Again, not really? I'm pretty stubborn strong in my opinions!
14. Are there any tropes you would only read if written by a trusted friend or writer?
While I can't think of any specific examples at the moment, I definitely think there are lot of sensitive topics thrown around in fanfic that would be better left to someone with greater respect for them. If that makes sense? Writing from a place of care (whether that's pulling from your own experience or from research to develop better understand) is super important to me!
15. What’s your favorite AU that you’ve written?
Well thus far, I've only written one, for Linstead. But I have a handful of Chenford ideas bouncing around in my brain! Fingers crossed I can make at least one or two of them happen over summer hiatus!
16. What’s an AU you would love to read (or have read and loved)?
One that I've read and loved? Hello, Chenford married at first sight, aka the AU I never knew I needed! (@cfr749 💖)
17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?
@timandlucy, you wanna field this one??? 👀😂
18. If you wrote a sequel to i've got my love to keep me warm, what would it involve?
I'm not sure if you had a particular fic in mind here? But in general, I'm not sure I've ever envisioned a sequel to anything I've written, simply because most of my fics lean heavily on the "canon compliant" side of things, so I expect canon to give me the next parts hahaha. But there was a time I thought about writing a part two to this one! And, you know, never say never?
Hmm, interesting!! I suppose this fic technically has the most potential for a sequel - the future anniversaries they hint at at the end. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm 🤔
19. If you wrote a spin-off of you know what it was (he is in love), what would it involve?
Well given that this is the shortest fic ever, I guess there's potential to explore so many things in more depth. But technically I guess that's not a spin-off. Something similar from Tim's POV I suppose, but the "show you" line was more fitting for Lucy thinking about Tim than the other way around.
21. If you wrote a “missing scene” in i can go anywhere i want (just not home), what would it be?
I actually went back to my doc for this one, because funnily enough, there are some things I eliminated for this. Here's a chunk that I ended up not using:
It feels easy at first. As Nova, she’s nervous, more so than she ever cares to let on. It’s her first job, and while she feels a rush at the excitement of it all, she can’t deny that it’s scary. So much is riding on the op—for the department, certainly, but also for herself. It’s her shot to prove herself, to show Harper, Grey, Tim, and everyone else what she’s capable of. But when all is said and done, it’s a relatively short job, and the newness of it all makes the time pass quickly.
She doesn’t feel the nerves as much as Sava. Or maybe she’s just too focused on a different kind of nerves, what with being in such close proximity to Tim and feeling so many things.
Being Sava feels easy and almost natural in a way Lucy doesn’t let herself think too much about, but that she knows is because she has Tim by her side. Sure, the op is intense, but the chance to take down Madras is more important than any of the turmoil she feels inside. And in the blink of an eye, it’s over, and there’s so much going on that she doesn’t really have time to dwell on the job.
When Lucy goes under as Jamie Hall, she feels a surprising sense of peace. Perhaps because she’s been through it before, so she knows the ropes. But probably more because she has Tim as her backup. She’s still surprised the department signed off on that, but she’s grateful for the added level of protection it affords her. She’s able to really give in to the case, lean into the rush, because just knowing he’s close keeps the nerves and the isolation at bay.
So she’s expecting more of the same this time.
31. What’s your ideal fic length to write?
Whatever feels right. As much as I fixate on the word count as I write, I try not to let it control when something is done. If it feels complete at 1000 words, so be it!
41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.”
This fic feels like an extension of canon in such an incredible way that I feel it should be compulsory reading (@makeitastrength 👏)
Thank you!! 😊
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♡︎Hᴛᴛᴘ Eʀʀᴏʀ 400 [Uɴᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴢᴇᴅ] ♡︎
☹︎ sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Min Yoongi is the top hacker in the world. He has put away countless other cyber criminals all whilst evading detection by virtually everyone he has ever crossed paths with, including the government. The diabolical super hacker that came close to tracking him down is now serving a 10 year prison sentence, all thanks to Yoongi’s handiwork. So what happens when the sentence is shortened unexpectedly? What happens when the biggest threat to public safety is roaming the streets again, determined to get revenge on the man who put him away? What happens when the worlds most infamous hacker just so happens to manage your local Mikrokosmic Electronics? A terabyte of trouble.
☹︎ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: hacker! Yoongi x reader
☹︎Gᴇɴʀᴇs: action, hacker! Au, smut, humor, angst (18+ only plz)
☹︎ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 8.7k
☹︎ Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: swearing, likely inaccurate depictions of computers and hacking, mutual pining and a little bit of clown behavior, mild angst, mentions of violence (future), verbal altercation (between Yoongi and unruly customer), explicit smut, oral (both), ass eating, filming during sex, (this story, like all of my others, is 18+ only)
☹︎ Aᴜᴛʜᴏʀs ɴᴏᴛᴇ: Welcome to the party!!! This is the first part of a four part series and its 3am and I am SLEEPY so this authors note is going to be a whole circus. I really hope you enjoy! I will try to continue to get these parts out on time, but I would love to know what you think. Special shout out to @bulletproofbirdy aka MY BESTIE who literally helps me with everything I ever write, and she is a genius and I love her. Also, @gldnrecs for so many cool plot elements and character development bits that make the story 8000 times better, i love you lots and I can’t wait to keep screaming about fics with you. oki bye. love you. here’s hacker yoongi...
Mikrokosmic Electronics
One thousand dollars was no easy prize. You spent most of your time away from school, working double shifts at the bar and, shoving all of your tip money into a baby pink piggy bank that you kept under your bed. Aching joints and sore muscles were a constant in your life, as was this desperate sense of dread every time you thought of this being your reality forever.
Financial instability felt very much like a thick cloud that hung over your head ever since you understood what money actually was. Your family knew the minefields of paycheck-to-paycheck living far too well, especially after the tragedy that struck nearly eleven years ago. Gaining a full-ride scholarship to the best art school in the country sounded like a way out, but you were a useless student without a laptop.
And falling behind was too expensive.
The scent of computer plastic and old air freshener immediately fills your nose as you push against the warm glass of the double doors. Mikrokosmic Electronics was the best rated store online for both discounts and customer service, and it was only a few miles from your apartment.
So opting to come here was a no brainer.
The lighting in the store is soft and neon, reflecting off of the merchandise in meaningful but subtle hues. Everything is organized in a rather aesthetic way as well; computer towers, monitors, laptops, old gaming systems, new gaming systems…
Each of them carefully slotted in their place and ready for purchase.
There are two men in front of you and then a woman up at the counter, but after a few seconds the men quickly realize that they want to keep browsing and surrender their place in line. You are puttering around on your phone at first, not really paying much attention to your surroundings until the lady in front of you starts raising her voice.
“Are you serious right now? It’s only a week passed the expiration date, I know you can override it in your system. Just take the stupid coupon!”
The sharp angles in her voice jolt you upright as your wide eyes assess the scene before you. A middle-aged woman is poised for verbal sparring with her hands on her hips and an iced caramel macchiato sweating on the countertop.
You can see the man behind the register now, and you note that his appearance seems to blend in with the cool neon tones around the interior of the store.
He’s taller than her, his black hair shaggy on top and tapering off into a vibrant pink as it frames either side of his neck. He’s dressed in a white t-shirt that’s tucked into a pair of lightwashed Levi’s, the whole outfit being accessorized with the most intense deadpan you’ve ever seen in your life.
“So the coupon is expired and stupid? I’m not really sure why you’re making such a scene then…”
His raspy voice floats aimlessly into the air, the twang of sarcasm sour and apparent.
“Oh is that the tone you’re going to take with me? Are you kidding right now? I’ve never met anyone like you in my life- this is absolutely despicable! I don’t think I’m making myself clear, either take my coupon or you’re going to have a really big problem on your hands!”
Her voice makes you cringe and despite you trying to shrug off the sound, it only seems to cling to the fabric of your clothes, causing you to feel uncomfortable.
The man doesn’t even blink, “Ma’am your expired coupon is not my problem, the system wouldn’t take it and I don’t feel like doing an override. If you want a discount that bad, just lift something off the shelf and run. I’ll even give you a head start…”
You can’t quite see her face just yet but her body language indicates that she’s disgusted, “Oh you are just a horrible person, aren’t you? You’re harassing me when all I’m trying to do is save a little bit of money! This isn’t a business you’re running, it’s a scam! And you bet your ass I will be reporting it to the police-“
“I’m sure you will.” He muses, entirely uninterested. His expression is amusing you beyond belief, you’ve never seen anyone deal with an unruly customer this way, “But please step to the side to do so, you’re holding up my line…”
The woman scoffs, “No, I will not be stepping to the side. I want the number for corporate and I want your manager’s number as well. You cannot treat a paying customer this way!”
The mans lips twitch, the beginning of a smirk playing on them as he stands up a little straighter, “The number for corporate is 800-382-5968.” He seems to be holding back a bit of laughter, as if he were apart of a joke that only he understood, “Also, I am the manager, and if you want my number sweetheart, you’re going to have to buy more than an extension cord; my sales are a little low today…”
She is visibly disgusted, her French-tip nails gripping the cold, sweaty exterior of her caramel macchiato as she rips it from the counter, “You are disgusting! I will be contacting your supervisors and informing them that they should shut down this location immediately. What is your name?!” She leans in and scans over the tattered name tag on his shirt, “Yoongi???? Is that it? Well Yoongi, you better start looking for a new job! I can’t imagine anyone would want to employ you after I tell them what happened here today.”
“Yeah yeah- tell them all about my awful behavior,” He encourages smugly, “The world deserves to hear your story. But I’m going to need you to step aside now. As fun as this conversation has been, Yoongi has other customers to satisfy so-“ He shoos her with a gesture of his hand causing her to finally storm off, huffing and puffing all the while.
As she does, you are able to get an even better look at him.
He’s hot, like really hot, and suddenly you’re distracted.
“Hi, how can I help you?” Yoongi reapplies the boredom to his voice as he mindlessly wipes the ring of condensation from the glass countertop.
“Well, I was going to ask you for laptop recommendations, but if we can just take anything from the shelf, I don’t think I need your help anymore…”
The tone in your voice intrigues him, his posture unraveling slightly as his cat-like gaze travel up the length of your body before finally clawing at your face. The smirk that was knocking at his lips earlier fully forms as he takes in the sight of you, “No no- you definitely need my help. I can’t offer the five-finger discount during business hours, but we can work something else out…” He responds smoothly before turning towards the stockroom, “Jimin-ah! Come out here and man the counter, I need to help out someone on the floor.”
A rush of disorganized blue hair comes striding out of the back, sporting an unamused pout on his pretty lips before grumbling,
“Make up your mind, Yoongi. I can’t keep abandoning my projects every time you want to help out a hot customer…”
You feel the back of your neck heat up at his co-workers honesty, a flash of excitement hitting the pit of your stomach.
Yoongi seems unbothered as he hops feet first over the counter, his clunky black boots thudding as they hit the carpet, “So do you have any specs in mind? Are you going to be using this for school, work, gaming…”
He jumps into his spiel immediately, not even bothering to respond to his co-worker as he leads you down the aisle full of laptops. They are set up amongst various props to mimic the illusion of them being used on a desk, the colors chosen complimenting the neon lighting above you.
“Well I’m a photography grad student at Blue Sky University- so something that can handle my editing software, something with good storage would be good too! Some of the bigger projects I do take up a lot of space…” You explain, strolling along beside him.
He nods for a moment before his brows raise at the mention of your university, “Blue Sky huh? Very nice…” He compliments, knowing full-well the kind of prestige your school holds. You bite your lip at his praise, never really knowing what to do when those kinds of comments are lofted your way, “Mac is usually the go-to for photo editors, but this Dell XPS 15 is pretty amazing too. Mac isn’t as compatible with other personal software, and it’s really overpriced.” He places a veiny hand on top of the screen of a black and rather sleek looking laptop, “It has an incredible 10 generation processor, and it will get you about 1TB of storage.”
You stand beside him, narrowing your eyes a bit as you take in the sight of the computer. Mindlessly you run your fingertips over the smooth tops of the black keys before responding, “This one is nice actually, a MacBook really isn’t in my budget, but all of my classmates swear by them…”
Yoongi jerks his chin towards you, “What kind of budget are you working with? The XPS is going to run you about 1,100 after tax- but I would argue that it’s worth the investment if you can do it. This computer is highly adaptable and comes with a lot of different specs and configuration options. Do you use photoshop?”
You’re nodding along with his explanation, trying to weigh out your options without wasting this man’s entire day, “I have a thousand set aside but I can be flexible, I just need something that’s going to work- oh! And something with good security…”
Yoongi smirks, “Why are you worried about getting hacked or something?”
Biting your lip, you shoot a wary look his way, “I meaaan, I kind of already did. I bought a used laptop off of reddit recently and it got a virus like- as soon as I started torrenting my software…”
Yoongi shakes his head and waves his hands out in front of him, “Whoa whoa whoa whoa. You bought a used laptop from where????”
His response makes you laugh, “Listen! I’m broke, ok? I did what I had to do…”
And now he’s laughing but he’s still shaking his head, wholeheartedly unimpressed, “Nahhh, I don’t give a shit if you’re broke. You’re better off printing out your pictures at Kinko’s or something and bringing them into class, like old school shit. Bugged laptops on Reddit are like one of the oldest scams in the book. Do you still have that computer?”
“Yeahhhh- why? Wait what do you mean? I thought they just sold me a shitty computer, I didn’t know it was part of a legitimate scam thingy.” You whine, looking rather helpless and rather adorable, according to Yoongi.
He chuckles, “Yeah it’s a huge data farming trend right now. The department of cyber security has been up Reddit’s ass for the last year trying to shut it down…how much did you pay?”
You cross your arms, feeling rather self-conscious all of the sudden, “It doesn’t matter- go back to telling me about the terabytes and specs or whatever…”
His chuckling turns sharply into cackling as he tilts his head at you, “Tell me. C’mon, I’ve fallen on hard times before and bought some questionable things from the internet, there’s no judgement here.”
Huffing you look up at him and try to ignore the way his eyes seem to sparkle in amusement, “I don’t know, like $300?”
Yoongi immediately purses his lips, trying to hold in his laughter for a moment before he fails miserably and starts it all up again, “You’re kidding, right? And you were surprised that you downloaded a virus? Things at Blue Sky must have really gone down hill…”
Rolling your eyes, you present a pout onto your lips as he continues to cackle at you, “Hey! You said there wouldn’t be any judgement…”
He shrugs, his eyes twinkling with mischief, “Well I was already in the middle of judging you so-“
“Okay you know what? I was desperate, and I did what needed to be done. Now that may have led me to owning a haunted computer, but I regret nothing…”
Yoongi is still snickering, entirely too tickled by your misfortune, “Haunted computer- you’re ridiculous.“ He repeats, shaking his head, “What kind of virus do you have, do you know? It’s probably some low-level amateur shit…”
The tone of his voice elicits a warmth in your belly that you haven’t felt in quite some time, and you’re trying not to get too excited about it, but the way his eyes keep lingering on your lips is making it difficult.
“It’s actually super weird, every time I open my browser it automatically takes me to some like luxury vacation website? That’s the only thing that will load on the computer now. I don’t know who they think I am, but if I’m buying a used computer from a Reddit forum like- obviously I don’t have vacation money…” You muse aloud, a laugh catching on the tail end of your sentence.
Yoongi’s brows furrow, “Do you remember what the site was called?”
“Uhhh-“ You try and wrack your brain, “I don’t know, something about fields of flowers or running through the flowers? Why?”
Thankfully, the name doesn’t ring a bell, but Yoongi is still uneasy by the answer.
It can’t be, he thinks, there’s no way.
Dollsen was locked away for another 3 years, and even if he was out, the government mandated that he would never be allowed to use technology unsupervised again.
“No reason, I was just trying to figure out if it was a malware I recognized…” He lies smoothly before patting the top of the laptop in front of him, “This will be a good option in terms of security, it comes with a year subscription to an anti-virus software, but I can write down some sites for you to download a better one. What are you thinking though, did you want to look at other models?”
Not really, I kinda want to keep talking to you all day if that’s cool…
“I’m thinking this is a good option.” You conclude, “I like the screen and the keys are pretty too- also it looks pretty sturdy so if someone were to hypothetically spill ranch in the keyboard, I feel like it could handle that…”
Yoongi chuckles, “I don’t fix ranch-related accidents, so you’d be shit out of luck if you tried to bring it back here…”
“I don’t know where you got the idea that it would be me spilling the ranch, I’ve definitely never done that before. Anyway!” You rush out before changing the subject, “I’ll take this one please. Thank you for your help.”
And he just kind of smirks at you, a mixture of annoyance and amusement written on his features before he flashes a pair of finger guns towards the storage room, “Alright, you got it. I’ll be right back with your new state of the art, ranch-proof, laptop. Meet me at the empty register on the left there…”
“Thank youuu,” You sing song as he makes his way towards their stock room. Navigating through the small crowd of people lingering at one of the displays, you do as Yoongi instructed and wait by the inactive register.
Yoong emerges with a white box in his arms moments later with a memory of a grin still on his heart shaped mouth. He seems to move very comfortably in the space he takes up, traversing around the store as if it’s the very empire he oversees. There is something about him that intrigues you, the oddity of him, the way he looks like he’s just stepped out of a graphic novel…
Maybe getting scammed on the internet isn’t so bad after all.
He huffs as he places the laptop on the counter, before his elegant fingers dance over the keypad on his register, the light from the screen illuminating his face.
“Okay so- we have the computer itself, it comes with a charging cable obviously and a few other accessories but if you need anything else, you know where to find them…” He explains, narrowing his eyes a bit as he looks over the price breakdown, “I wrote down some of those websites where you can get a better anti-virus software- oh! And…” He leans down and grabs a thin white plastic card with the Microsoft logo on it, “I’m throwing in a subscription to Microsoft Office too…”
“Wait isn’t that normally like $100? Aren’t you going to get in trouble for that?” You falter, looking at him expectantly.
He raises his brows playfully, “Are you gonna rat me out?”
“No,” You assure him, giggling as you feel your cheeks heating up once again, “I’m just making sure…”
“I give away free shit all the time…” He assures you with confidence, biting his lip when he hears you giggle, “Taking money from billionaires is my part-time job.”
“Amen to that,” You point at him, your eyes lingering on his teeth, “Well, thank you. I usually just torrent the software that I need, but I’m a little wary after what happened with Reddit.”
Yoongi clicks at his keyboard for awhile longer, lip still secured between his teeth whilst he shakes his head, “Torrenting is perfectly safe as long as you don’t get caught. The virus would have happened either way.”
Sighing, you lean against the counter and take a peek at your new computer, feeling a sense of accomplishment, “Well that makes me feel better- I should probably try to find a way to pay for the real thing though, the one I download always crashes on me…”
He doesn’t seem to be listening to you anymore, eyes still focused on his screen, his tone cool and detached as he asks, “What are you doing later?”
Excitement dances through you, “T-tonight? Uh I don’t think I have anyplanswhy?” Your tongue is tangled and Yoongi smirks as he hears the way your tone seems to falter.
“Come back at closing and I’ll hook you up.” He replies coolly, finally bringing his eyes back to yours.
Subconsciously, you stand up straighter, eyes sparkling with intrigue, “Really? How?”
He places his palms against the countertop and leans forward, still smirking, “I know my way around a computer…” He answers before chuckling, “Don’t worry about it, just come by and I’ll get you whatever you need.”
You cock your head, feigning suspicion, “You have ulterior motives…”
And this makes him cackle again, his hands moving from the counter and returning to the computer, “Nah, it’s nothing like that, I promise. I just would hate to see you spend so much money on this computer and then fuck it up with a shoddy download.”
With your lips twitching at the sound of his laughter, you finally allow the smile onto your mouth whilst you hand him your debit card, “What time should I come back?”
Yoongi’s grin broadens, “We close at 9:30, so anytime after that is good. I usually chill here for a while because the Wi-Fi at my apartment sucks.”
Your stomach churns in the face of his smile, the moisture from your mouth beginning to cease. The level of attraction you feel towards this man is insane…
But you pretend to mull it over once more, not wanting to seem too eager until finally you resign, “Alright fine- I’m not going to say no to free photoshop. Should I just come in through the front or?”
He nods, scanning over your receipt before handing it to you, “Yeah that works…” He replies, “…and it’s Y/N, right?”
You literally just saw him look at your receipt, but you still ask, “Wait how did you…”
Yoongi just raises his brows, a judgmental smirk on his lips.
“Right! Thanks Yoongi, I’llseeyouthen…” You rush out, forgoing anymore pleasantries (embarrassment) and rushing out the store.
The smirk remains on Yoongi’s lips long after you leave, and for the rest of the day, he glides through each task with the hopes that maybe he’ll get lucky tonight.
He doesn’t expect to, but he could tell you were feeling him, and he would be a liar if he said he didn’t think you were cute.
Yoongi lets you back into Mikrokosmic Electronics at a quarter til 10, the neon lights still on and much more prominent than they were during the day.
Throughout the duration of the setup, he continues to flirt with you, his eyes continue to linger, and he continues to send butterflies to the pit of your stomach. He does something fancy with your laptop and then informs you that the download is likely to take about an hour and then he will be able to run another anti-viral test on it. The two of you resign to your phones rather quickly after the download begins, but every so often you can still feel his eyes on you. You have a feeling he isn’t going to put anything on the table, but after the stressful week of classes you had, you’re itching to distract yourself.
“What do you want to do until then?”
Yoongi’s lip twitch as he swivels to face you, his sly expression illuminated by the cerulean light, “We could make out…”
The damage to your heartbeat is immeasurable, the core of you immediately clenching around his suggestion as your sweaty palms grip the edge of the counter.
“Yeah- we could definitely do that…” You agree, your own mouth itching with excitement, “We should probably do that.”
Yoongi snickers at your correction, a bit of surprise in his gaze, “Probably huh? Why is that?”
He’s playful but the way his eyes seem to brush up against every inch of your skin and the way the umber in them seems to burn before you, tells a different story.
You take a deep breath, “I mean you said you had an oral fixation right? That’s why you were chewing on the straw when I got here; Giving your mouth something to do might help the time pass- and it would like, you know, make you more comfortable.”
His chair squeaks as he stands, the cool and even length of him suddenly feeling much bigger. The slight smirk on his lips is permanent with only the small addition of his tongue caressing the bottom one.
“Do you lend your mouth to everyone that has an oral fixation or am I special?” His tone is shifting rapidly, oscillating between taunting and tentative.
Before you can even respond, Yoongi’s hips level with your kneecaps, his eyes still searching around for your answer.
Your cheeks are on fire as you feel the large expanse of his palms resting atop your thighs, his bitten nails brushing just below the hem of your skirt. You’re so distracted by your arousal that you don’t even realize you aren’t looking at him until you feel the gentle pressure on your limbs as he coaxes them apart.
Standing between your legs, the denim of Yoongi’s jeans scrapes against the inside of your knees, the sensation much more thrilling than it should be. And he smells incredible as well, like sandalwood and coffee, and you’re convinced he applied an aphrodisiac instead of cologne.
Finally, your eyes flicker back to his, only to find him smirking at you yet again.
As if he does anything else…
But you feel the need to be bold, desperately wanting to lean into your desires so you murmur, “No…you’re special.”
Yoongi takes that as his cue, his breath chasing after your own whilst he leans in to brush his lips against yours, chuckling darkly when he sees you shiver.
“You’re really fucking cute.” He rasps and then his lips tuck into yours.
Yoongi’s mouth is a contradiction, eagerly exploring the surface of your lips with his own, the blunt sting of his teeth pinching at you every so often all whilst his breathing seems to slow. His hands and head move at glacial speeds, head slowly pivoting on an axis to get a taste of all of you, as his hands brush up and down your bare thighs.
Your fingers find their own groove, sliding up either side of his slender neck, your fingertips playing with the hot pink tendrils of his hair, doing anything you can to elicit the same kind of obvious arousal you’ve already displayed.
But Yoongi doesn’t budge.
Instead, you feel him smirk against your lips when a soft whimper leaves your throat, the sound entirely caused by his decision to introduce his tongue into the mix.
His tongue is like candy, soft like cotton, and possessed by some dark spirit sent to destroy you.
He knows exactly how to taunt you, the tip of his muscle brushing against your own, but never allowing you to tangle with it for too long. Your eyes are closed but you can feel his hands searching for your waist. When they arrive at their destination, Yoongi uses his strength to urge you closer, your legs wrapping around his waist whilst he leans into you.
The black hair atop Yoongi’s head glides effortlessly through your fingers, the kiss growing messier and messier until you find your clothed pussy flush against the cool steel of his belt buckle.
You’re wet and desperately sensitive after making out with him, your lips disconnecting with a gasp.
Dark and delighted cackling leaves the confines of his seductive mouth, his eyes cast down for the moment before he looks up at you. And the urge to gasp again is hard to ignore as you see how much his gaze has changed.
He looks a bit haggard from the work you’ve done on his hair but more so than anything, he just looks hungry.
“Are you alright?” He inquires with a raise of his brows.
Through a deep breath, you nod, chewing on your bottom lip a bit as you try and hold his gaze.
“Yeah…sorry. I just-“
But the sensation of soft fingertips crawling up your inner thighs interrupts you along with Yoongi’s next question.
“Did I turn you on?”
Although the question is laced with some arrogance, Yoongi looks intrigued beyond belief, his head cocking to the side as he awaits your answer.
And what are you to say? No?
Are you going to look this man in the face and tell him that your panties aren’t sticking to your pussy right now? Glued to you by your own arousal?
“Mhm…” You hum, trying to relax as you lean in and kiss him again, summoning the bravery within you.
Yoongi feels his dick throb in his jeans at the sweet sound of your voice, and now he’s left wondering about all of the other sweet sounds you can make.
He lets you kiss him for the time being, but he withholds his tongue from you and merely pecks at your lips over and over again, soft laughter rumbling deep inside his chest as he feels you pout.
“Yoongi-“ You whine, your fingers pressing into the back of his neck.
And he merely hums, both lips attaching to your bottom one before using his teeth to pull it away from your mouth. He starts kissing down your chin as you speak next, his massive hands now sliding over your hips.
“What percentage is the download on?” He murmurs, still kissing and nibbling up the side of your neck.
You have difficulty focusing your vision with Yoongi’s lips dancing carelessly against your skin, but after a bit of effort, you’re able to make out the answer.
“67.” You answer, swallowing back a whimper when he bites down on the base of your neck.
You can feel him smile, fingertips teasing at the skin at the hem of your skirt once again, “67 huh? That’s a shame; I thought we had way more time.”
Like the punchline of a cruel joke, Yoongi pulls away from you, licking the taste of your skin from his lips before taking his hands from your thighs. Your skin is on fire in his absence, heated and agitated like a sunburn. Without any control, your lips part in disbelief when he tries to head back to your computer. Your hand is on his wrist then, your lips puckered all over again, and you can’t remember the last time you ever pouted for something in your adult life.
“Wait-” You protest, with a wary look in your eye.
Like a cat in the face of his prey, the darkness in Yoongi’s eyes zeros in on your lips before feigning confusion, “Oh-” He mocks, “What are you pouting for?”
But you’re tired of feeling frozen beneath his attitude, so you act on your boldness quickly before it hides away again.
“I thought we were going to-”
“What?” He cuts you off with a teasing grin, “Did you think I was going to fuck you?”
Your heart jumps, “I don’t know- I just thought like, maybe you wanted to-
He grins at your stammering, eyes widening a bit to taunt you, “You did, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t- I dont know” You bite your lip, batting your eyes unintentionally, “I just didn’t want you to stop.”
He hates to admit it, but your demeanor is affecting him, and it’s making the crotch of his jeans much tighter.
“You didn’t want me to stop?” He practically coos, but the same level of mockery is still in his tone. His wrist is out of your hand now, his palms resting on your thighs once more as he slots himself between them.
You shake your head, wrapping your legs around him, as the tips of your fingers find the pink strands of hair once again. “I like kissing you…”
Yoongi takes a deep breath through his nose, his lips still turned up at the corner before he chuckles, “Yeah?” He lessens the gap between your mouths, leaning into you all over again, his eyes locking onto yours as his voice drops down to a whisper, “You want me to kiss you somewhere else?”
Your panties are completely ruined at this point, and he hasn’t even touched you, but the sinful suggestion he makes only worsens the situation between your legs.
Without an ounce of contemplation, you’re nodding in affirmation, your thighs parting subconsciously with your decision. The warmth and moisture coming from your core interacts abruptly with the cold air of the store, and the sensation makes you grit your teeth.
You’re so sensitive.
Yoongi wastes no time, his fingers finding their way underneath your skirt and under the band of your underwear. Slowly, and still making eye contact with you, he pulls them down your legs and allows them to drop to the floor. He eyes them for a moment, contemplating whether or not to clean them up before deciding to turn his attention back on you. With his index finger he lifts the bottom of your skirt up carefully, and you see the exact moment he makes eye contact with your pussy.
“Holy shit-” He chuckles, biting his bottom lip, “Messy messy girl...you got this wet just from kissing me?”
You nod immediately, opening up wider for him so that he can see all of you, “You’re a really good kisser.”
And fuck, it’s the way you giggle at the end of your sentence, the way your pussy literally glistens for him, the soft skin of your thighs, the breathy tone in your voice that is sending him into a frenzy.
But he keeps cool, wanting to set the pace, wanting to hear you whine some more.
“You have no idea…” He warns you with a smirk, as he trails his fingers down your arm before gripping your hand, “ …I want you to touch yourself first though.”
Immediately, you tense up a bit, feeling nervous at the thought of pleasuring yourself in front of a complete stranger. Yoongi’s perceptive however, and catches on, kissing the back of your hand and then leading it to your aching pussy.
“It’s not a test.” He teases, “I just want to see what you like…”
His comment makes you giggle, and you don’t even want to question why you feel so at ease with him, you just do.
“I’d still like a grade afterwards though,” You insist with a grin, “I live for validation.”
Your hand is travelling every so shakily across the crease of your thigh as Yoongi’s eyes cling to the back of it like a hawk. With a quirk to his lips, he watches your fingertips move closer to your clit, his tongue brushing against his bottom lip subconsciously.
Wordlessly, he sinks to his knees before you, hands rested on your kneecaps as he aids them apart. Completely spread before him, you feel your heartrate wobble in your chest when he starts placing kisses up the length of your thigh.
Watching his warm lips sponge across your sensitive flesh whilst the cold metal from his jewelry follows in their path is enough to prompt your fingers to settle on your clit. Pleasure skyrockets up either side of your cunt, the pads of your digits working eagerly against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Yoongi’s eyes are still on your fingers, his lips working up one side of your thigh whilst his longer fingers tickle up the other. The cacophony of sensations is maddening, drawing you closer to an orgasm way too quickly.
A soft and breathy moan escapes your mouth, to which Yoongi responds by scoffing against your skin.
“You’re fucking hot.” He testifies, suddenly biting down on the meat of your leg, which only prompts another moan from you. Your throat is completely dry, but you try and swallow anyway as you increase the pressure on your clit. It’s sensitive, but it desires more, it’s hungry for a mouth it’s never even met yet.
But you’re watching him, watching the way his pink mouth puckers and sucks ever so slightly, watching the way his fingers tease and torment over your skin…
He knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Back and forth?” He clarifies, flattening his tongue before licking right in the crease of your thigh, “Right on the top there?”
“Yes-“ You breathe, your fingers growing less and less capable the closer his lips get to your pussy.
“That’s how I should eat it?” He asks again through a knowing smirk, licking the crease on the other side.
“Yes.”
He snickers at the desperation in your voice, looking up at you through his lashes with his fingertips pressed against your inner thighs.
“Impatience will get you nowhere with me, sweetheart.” He drawls as his tongue suddenly finds its way to your entrance, he licks once, collecting a bit of your arousal before moving down further and licking right over the puckered ring of muscles.
Instantly you gasp, but you don’t even have time to process the new sensation because he’s drawing his wanton muscle from entrance to entrance, slurping salaciously as he does.
“Fuck…” You whisper, your toes curling painfully in your shoes as he repeats the same motion.
“I hate when dudes say that pussy tastes sweet…” He muses casually, despite his filthy actions, “Pussy tastes like pussy- that shit is one of a kind.”
His words do a number on you, but you are beginning to grow desperate at the thought of finishing yourself off before he has the chance to, so you stop for a moment and cup his face.
“Yoongi, I’m so-“
He interrupts you with a chuckle, “Yeah yeah I know- you want my tongue, just give me a second. I’m busy…”
His interruption infuriates you, but you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t drip at his tone of voice. And even if you wanted to lie, Yoongi already knows all about the way you’re dripping for him, as he’s licked up the length of you three more times.
“Just keep playing with that pretty clit of yours- I’ll be up in a moment.” He promises, and you know his tongue is going back down to your ass but you’re not expecting his fingers to start tickling down your thighs again.
He’s giving you goosebumps, your nipples aching in the cups of your bra, your vision grow hazier as the pleasure begins to interrupt your senses.
If regular communication isn’t piercing through Yoongi’s demeanor, then you figure you need to try a different angle.
“Oh fuck.” You’re whimpering again, “That feels so good.”
Yoongi’s eyes zero in on your face now, his dilated pupils peeking up at you through his fringe. You accept the challenge, staring down at him, admiring the way his nose is buried in the space just below your entrance, his tongue still lapping at your ass.
“I’ve never let anyone do this before…” The tone coming from your throat is sweet, feigning innocence but laced with very real pleasure, “You’re doing it so well- it’s making me so wet.”
For the first time, you hear him groan against you, his lips moving between your two holes and sucking gently at the flesh there.
“It’s so hard, Yoongi-“ You keen softly, pouting your lips, “None of those frat boys ever eat it right, it’s been so long since anyone has made me cum…”
And he’s had enough.
Practically growling the word, “Fuck.” The wet tip of his nose is nudging your hand away from your clit, replacing it with his soft tongue. Mewling, you immediately encase your neglected breasts in your palms, cursing the fabric that’s in the way. You jerk into his mouth, his capable tongue finding the spot you were rubbing at and applying the perfect amount of pressure. He’s puckering his lips, sucking gently at times, but keeping his tongue at the forefront of his motions.
“Ohmygod, fuck yes…”
Yoongi smirks at the sound of you moaning for him, his hands finding their way to the tops of your hips, securing them in place.
He’s riled you up so much, you know that you won’t last long, especially not with his expert mouth working you into a frenzy.
Yoongi plucks at your clit, sucking at it for a moment before pulling away slightly, “I bet your clit doesn’t throb for any of those frat boys, does it? They have no fucking clue how to get you there…”
Rapidly, you shake your head, the grip on your tits increasing as your hips begin rocking into his mouth.
“I’m really really close.” You’re pleading with him, and you have no idea why, “I’m so close, oh fuck I’msoclose…”
Yoongi grunts against your cunt, and you can’t even imagine the kind of mess you’ve made on the counter beneath you.
“Cum in my mouth then…” He orders with his tongue still on you, that same smug look in his eyes.
“Oh fuck – Oh fuck, oh fuck…fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck…” You whimper, jerking away once before your hands tuck into Yoongi’s hair. Without thinking, you ride out your high against his mouth, grinding your clit up on his tongue, moaning wantonly all the while. Yoongi has to dig his nails into your hips to ground himself, the sounds leaving your lips travelling straight to his dick and presenting the very real possibility of him nutting in his pants.
“Yoongiiii-“ You shudder as he keeps licking at you whilst your high is subsiding.
But he can’t stop at the moment, his tongue slipping into every dripping fold you have, collecting all of the cum you gave him.
“I’m making you cum again…” He vows, biting the top of your pussy before going right back to your clit.
Despite the sensitivity you feel, you are fully willing to push through the overstimulation for another orgasm like the one you just had.
But your laptop has other plans…
“Download complete.” A monotone voice drones on the other end of the counter, startling you.
“Fuck-“ Yoongi groans as he pulls away from you, his mouth soaking wet.
“Just ignore it, we’ll get it in a second.”
Yoongi smirks proudly as he stands up, licking over his lips once before shaking his head, “No I have to enter a few codes to optimize it and its on a timer.”
His hair is a disheveled mess on his head, but he doesn’t bother fixing it as he strolls over to your laptop. Its then that you can notice the sizeable bulge in his jeans. The fabric is warped around his erection, the predicament looking almost painful, and suddenly your concern shifts rapidly.
For the time being, you just watch him as he sits down at his desk chair, you take a bit of pride in the way his fingers shake as they move over the keyboard, but the movements of his mouth do something else entirely.
Mindlessly and glowing from the light on your screen, Yoongi licks at his lips, sucking off all of your cum and humming to himself as he does. You can tell he is trying to ignore the painful throbbing of his cock by the way he shifts uncomfortably in his chair.
And not to add insult to injury but…
“Yoongi?” You call softly, your voice slurring a bit, still recovering from your orgasm.
“Hm?” He hums, still focusing on the task at hand.
“When you’re done, will you put your dick in my mouth?”
Instantly, you can hear the sound of his typing size, his fingers now hesitating on the keyboard as a devious grin crawls on his mouth.
“Come here…”
Moments later, his jeans and boxers are around his ankles, as your lips kiss up the throbbing length of him. His cock jumps with excitement as you near the tip, your tongue following suit to clean up the bit of precum that has collected. Yoongi’s chest is rising steadily and other than the way his dick is reacting to your motions, you’d have no other way of knowing that he was turned on.
But you can feel his eyes on you, watching your every move, trying to anticipate the next one, and hoping that you’ll put on a good show for him.
And you do not disappoint.
You over exagger+ate slightly, hollowing your cheeks out as you suck up the length of him, allowing your tongue to tease at his weaping slit. Yoongi’s nostrils flare with the force of his breath then, his stomach caving in under the privacy of his t-shirt as you begin a rhythm on him. At the moment, his hands are hanging at his side, his silence penetrating the air as you suck on him like a woman starved. His lack of sounds is starting to unnerve you, so you allow your eyes to flit to him, only to be met with the same irresistible smirk he’s been wearing all day.
“Jesus-” He grunts, chuckling a bit as you increase your pace on him, “You’ve got some fucking mouth on you.”
His praise fuels the fire deep in your belly as your hand comes up to assist your mouth, the two of them working together in tandem. Yoongi arches his hips, trying his best to stay in the heavenly confines of you. He doesn’t think he’s ever had head this good, and after eating you out, he’s beginning to dread how quickly he wants to cum.
“Do you suck dick this good at the frat house?” He goads, his voice getting raspy, “Or do you just really like the way I taste?”
You stroke him as you pull off for a moment, giggling at his comment and positioning your tongue at his tip, “Bold of you to assume I suck dick there at all.”
He huffs out a bit of laughter which dies rather quickly when you trace the edges of his frenulum with your tongue. He doesn’t respond to you and instead allows his hands to push up his t-shirt, exposing the creamy skin of his stomach. You slide your mouth right back on him, your pussy clenching at the site of Yoongi’s happy trail, wishing desperately that he had been less eager and allowed you to kiss and tease all over his body.
His fingertips find his pert nipples, brushing over the tops of them and sending a shiver down his spine. His lips are parted in a type of awe as he stares down at you, the sensations on his dick coupled with him tugging at his nipples nearly too much to handle, and so starts the arousal-driven truth serum.
“I don’t think I’ve ever had my dick sucked this good…” He breathes out a shaky laugh, back arching a bit as he continues playing with the sensitive buds atop his chest.
But you merely stare back at him, allowing the glint in your eye to form as you squeeze at his base and work your hand back up towards your lips.
Yoongi’s eyes don’t leave yours as he continues, shaking his head in disbelief, “You put on such a good show too- I’m up here like-“ Shaky laugh, pinch, eyes lulling, “reconsidering my premium porn subscriptions and shit. Who needs that when I can just watch your pretty fucking mouth on my dick?”
To drive his point home, you suck all the way up to the tip again, brushing your lips against it as you murmur, “You wanna film me?”
Yoongi’s eyes light up and seconds later, his shaky fingers are pressing record on his cell phone, doing his best to focus the camera on you.
You keep at it, staring wide eyed into his camera and whimpering softly around his cock, wanting to perform for him.
“Fuck- that’s it…there you go…” He grunts, his hips starting to rock up between your lips, “You like having a dick in your mouth don’t you?”
Nodding enthusiastically, you increase your pace even more, his lithe body now moving with the force of it. Yoongi’s eyes are on you through the lens of his phone, and he knows that this video is going to be a mess, but he doesn’t give a fuck.
He’s going to put it to good use anyway.
“Tell the camera how much you like it…” He rasps, the edges of his vision starting to go, his hips raising off of the chair.
You come up off of him again, drooling at the top him and grinning happily at his phone, “I like having your cock in my mouth-“ You correct, licking over his slit, “-you taste so good, I want more, I want you to cum.”
Yoongi moans softly, sitting up in the chair a bit so he has a better view of you, “Yeah? You want me to cum in your mouth?”
“Yes please…” You giggle, kissing the head of his cock before taking him down your throat again.
His whole body shudders when he gives you what you ask for, and Yoongi actually worries about the intensity of it. He’s had some good orgasms sure, but never one that’s fucked with his vision…
You suck off of him as he finishes, showing off his load to the camera before making a show of swallowing it all done.
“Holy shit, where the hell did you come from?” He laughs, his voice completely shot as he slumps against the chair.
You find your way up to his mouth to kiss him again, and he responds lazily, but you can feel him grinning towards the end of it.
Eventually, your soiled panties find their way underneath your skirt and Yoongi’s pants find their way up his legs. He finishes up what he’s doing on your computer, the two of you easily settling into small talk when Yoongi begins wrapping up.
He hands you your laptop box, “You should be good. I checked out the security system like I said earlier and everything is fairly airtight. But make sure you bring it back to me as soon as you see anything weird.”
Your balance and grip are not in the best shape after the events that have just transpired between the two of you, but you thank him and slip out of the door he holds open into the cool evening air. Yoongi’s keys clink against the door handle as he locks up, peeking inside momentarily to make sure the alarm light was set.
The two of you kinda linger as he turns back to you, his eyes holding that familiar glint, “So uh- this was fun.” His laugh is a little off, but you find it kind of cute as he shifts his weight from one side to the other.
“Very fun.” You agree, giggling.
Yoongi grins at the sound of your laughter, “Well, if you ever want to have some more fun, you know where to find me.”
You mirror his grin, “I’ll keep that in mind.”
He chuckles before nodding in understanding, leaning to the side a bit before jerking his chin behind you, “Do you need a ride home or is that your car?”
“Oh! Yeah-“ You remember, pulling your keys out of your purse, “-that’s me. What about you? Where are you parked?”
He points to the black sedan parked across the street, “That’s me over there.” He kind of stands there for a bit longer before leaning in and pecking your lips, “Get home safe alright? I’ll see you around.”
You feel a little woozy as he leaves your lips, unable to contain your own dazed smile as he heads over to his car.
“You too!” You call out to him when he’s put some distance between you and gives you a short wave in return.
The two of you go your separate ways, and each of you are left with lingering thoughts of one another. For you, this is perfectly reasonable.
You met a hot guy, you had insane chemistry, you gave each other amazing orgasms…voila, you think about said hot guy. The occupancy Yoongi has in your brain is comfortable, it makes you feel giddy and excited at the thought of getting to see him again. You don’t think you’re looking for anything serious, but you’re definitely looking for more of whatever that was. You smile like an idiot all the way home.
Yoongi, however, has an entirely different experience. Sure he’s used to smirking to himself after hooking up with a hot girl, he’s used to feel satisfied and confident, he’s used to filing away certain moments to jerk off to later but-
He is not used to whatever he’s feeling right now.
He’s thinking about you specifically. Your breathy moans, your body, the way you fell apart on his tongue, the way you sucked him off…
He’s thinking about your lips, your eyes, your face, your laugh…
And that’s never a good sign.
So he brushes it off.
He goes back to the filthy moments and reminds himself that he captured a pretty amazing video that he will be jacking off to for the foreseeable future.
You were pretty incredible, weren’t you?
Yoongi stumbles into his apartment, his combat boot catching on the door frame as he flicks the light switch one.
He’s exhausted and doesn’t even bother washing up before crashing into bed in just his boxers. He’s pulled his phone out of his pocket and plugged it in, setting it face up on the nightstand.
He turns on the TV and as his switching over to Netflix, a text message from the literal last person on Earth that he wants to hear from pops up on his screen.
Special Agent Kim: Ken is leaving the Dreamhouse
Special Agent Kim: We need to talk.
Fuck.
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i can take you there but baby you won’t make it back
character: dabi | todoroki touya
notes: stepcest (kind of—ur parents aren’t married yet) with dabi-as-touya x a very naïve and inexperienced reader, normal!AU (no quirks, dabi also has tattoos over his scarred + fully healed skin), university!reader, implied yakuza!dabi, excessive use of the words niichan and good, praise kink, fingering, face fucking, title credit = save that shit by lil peep lmao uhhhh yeah i hc dabi as a very intelligent and perceptive individual soooo i feel like he’d be a master at reading a person & their emotions and then adapting his manipulation techniques
warnings: 18+, pseudo-incest (stepcest), noncon/dubcon, slight somnophilia, emotional manipulation, toxic relationship, size difference, slight degradation, mentions of drug use
words: 7.1k
part 2.1 | part 2.2
synopsis:
“You want to be good for me, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“Of course,” you respond instantly. Later, when you lay awake in your bed, you’ll feel ashamed by your actions, by how readily captivated you were with him, by how easily he was able to manipulate you with those sapphire eyes and that rough voice—
But in that moment, you’ll do anything to pull that little smile from him, anything to hear him tell you you’re good. You just want to be good.
Something dark and primal flashes in those gorgeous eyes as they gaze down at you, a small grin spreading across his face. “Of course,” he repeats softly.
✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰
Your dad’s been dating Rei for a while—nearly a year, now—when things begin to get serious, and he proposes to her.
She accepts, so it’s not exactly a surprise when she suggests you guys move in with her—she’s got more than enough space, she tells you, it’s just her and her son in that big old house—and your dad seems pretty thrilled about it. This was the next step before marriage, after all.
You like Rei well enough, she’s always been nothing but sweet to you, and anyway, your father’s relationship really isn’t any of your business or concern.
It isn’t that you don’t want to move in with her—her house is in a better part of the neighborhood, a standard detached upper-middle class home, and just a short walk from a bus stop that’ll take you directly to university, which you start in a week.
It’s just…You’re a little apprehensive.
You know she has kids. She mentions them in passing every once in a while, but you can’t for the life of you remember their names, or their ages, or how many of them there are. You know they don’t all live with her, that her relationship with her ex-husband is complicated and rocky at best.
But you’re still surprised to hear that only one of them, her eldest, lives with her. She tells you he’s five years older than you are, that he’s a clever, smart boy, going off on a tangent about how disappointed she is that he didn’t go to university, because ‘he would’ve done so well—he could’ve shone so brightly.’ Something about the way she says that, the way her voice sounds almost sad, makes anxiety turn to lead in your stomach. She talks about him as if he’s already a lost cause, but he’s only in his mid-twenties, isn’t he?
You understand the moment you see him. The man standing in front of you as you shift from foot to foot unsurely in the foyer of this unfamiliar house is about as far from what you anticipated as he could possibly be.
He’s tall, skin pale as moonlight, with jet black hair and the most stunning blue eyes you’ve ever seen. But that isn’t what captivates you. It isn’t the lip ring curled around his bottom lip snuggly, and it isn’t the tongue piercing you’re about to find out he’s hiding in his mouth, either.
Every inch of the exposed skin of his arms is covered in intricate, seamlessly flowing tattoos—or, for a moment, you thought it was tattoos, plural. Upon closer inspection, you realize that each arm is actually covered in one giant tattoo, giving a new definition to the term ‘sleeve’. It’s all black ink, not a splash of colour anywhere, depicting an extremely detailed and anatomically correct mechanical arm, complete with what would’ve been joints, ligaments and bones in the form of wires and steel.
The tattoos extend onto the tops of his hands, made to look as if surgical staples are peeling his skin back to reveal the robot beneath. This same tattoo continues up his neck, along his jaw and onto his cheeks, all the way to his bottom lip, spreading across his entire face and disappearing into his hairline and onto his ears. Finally, there’s a small portion of the tattoo underneath his eyes, the surgical staples lining the edges of the face tattoos, too.
It startles you—you’re not necessarily scared, you just…weren’t expecting that. But there’s no denying the rush of breath that involuntarily escapes your lips as your eyes search his face, raking over his body in a brazen way that should make you feel shameful, travelling back up to find him smirking smugly at you, raising an eyebrow as your eyes meet again.
The look in his eyes tells you he knows, knows what you’re thinking about, knows how undeniably attracted you are to him, and scalding heat floods your cheeks.
He chuckles a little, which does nothing but add insult to injury, and sharp anger slices through your chest at the way that you stomach absolutely drops at his gravelly voice. You can’t believe yourself, can’t believe your body is reacting and responding so readily to this man—this stranger.
He introduces himself as Touya, in that rough, deep voice that forces a jolt of electricity to run through your veins. You idly wonder what your name would sound like on his tongue, how it might sound if his voice dropped to a growl, find yourself stuck thinking about this for the rest of the night.
✰ ✰ ✰
To your disappointment, and as much as you are unabashedly interested in him, you don’t interact much with Touya for your first few weeks in the house—in fact, you barely see him at all.
This only piques your curiosity about him more, finding that you’re unable to tear your eyes from him on the rare occasion that you are in a room together. He catches you staring every single time, and he has the audacity to chuckle to himself and shake his head when his gaze meets yours, your eyes quickly darting away and cheeks burning at his laugh.
You begin gathering little tidbits of information about him, purely sourced from interactions you witness in the house, desperately praying for something that’ll give you an opportunity to start a conversation with him.
Your efforts prove fruitless when, almost a month and a half since you moved in, you’ve still only spoken a handful of words to him. You do learn a bit about him through observing, though.
You discover that he’s a smoker, which really doesn’t come as a shock at all. Marlboro’s are his favourite, and he’s always got a pack in his back pocket or rolled up in the short sleeve of his t-shirt. He must have them imported—Marlboro’s are incredibly rare to find all the way in Japan.
Touya must have a lot of things imported.
You find out that every other Thursday, Touya discreetly stuffs an absurdly large wad of cash—all composed of ten-thousand-yen bills—into his mom’s hands, forcing her fingers to curl around it. She fights him on it, every time, but he’s firm and adamant that she take it. It always ends with Rei giving him a small, watery smile, Touya pressing a kiss against the side of her head and murmuring that he loves her.
After you witness this interaction for the first time, you begin to notice that, while the house looks relatively normal on the outside, it is stuffed full of luxury on the inside. Flat-screen TVs each complete with full entertainment systems, state of the art appliances that are somehow up to date with all of the latest trends (including a smart fridge—absolutely ridiculous), custom made furniture, ornate rugs, a housekeeper that drops by every Sunday…
You have no idea what he does for work, but you think you’ve got at least some sort of idea when you catch him one night, just past 2AM, exiting his room and using a thumb to brush excess white powder off his nose. His eyes catch yours, pupils blown and shining in the low light, and he smiles darkly at you, winking once as he walks away.
You don’t ask—no one ever does.
You don’t ask about the crimson splattered on the toe of his boot, or why he sometimes smells metallic, like copper, the strong scent wafting after him and invading the halls as he stalks leisurely toward the bathroom. You don’t ask why he leaves the house at odd hours in the night, and you definitely don’t ask about the soft clinking and clicking you hear through the thin walls every so often while he cleans his gun at 3AM.
You’re not sure if it’s really any of your business, anyway. So you stay quiet, and continue to wait.
The opportunity finally comes one Wednesday in October, two weeks before Halloween, when you’re in the kitchen after school busy fixing yourself an afternoon snack. Touya comes home uncharacteristically early—you rarely see him before 10PM, so his entrance scares you, and you jump a little.
“Sorry,” he murmurs as he passes by behind you, just an inch too close, just enough so you can feel his body heat radiating off of him.
“It’s fine,” you say quietly, shaking your head a little and trying in vain to stop your hands from trembling as you spread peanut butter across a piece of bread.
You can feel his eyes on you, and it makes you nervous, makes your skin crawl in a way you’ve never felt before. He laughs a little at your struggling, leaning against the counter next to you and crossing his arms over his chest.
“You don’t have to be so nervous around me, y’know,” he says with a smirk, eyes glittering at the way your lips part in surprise, your breath stuttering a little. “I’m your niichan after all, aren’t I?”
You hadn’t even considered using the honorific until he himself uses it.
Your hands freeze, hovering over your plate, and you look over at him slowly. “You…Want me to call you that?”
“You can, if you’d like,” he says smoothly, nonchalantly, like he doesn’t have a care in the world. It makes no difference to him, he tells you, but when he finally looks back at you, you think you can see it in his eyes—a sharp, small glimmer of…of something. Something that makes your stomach twist in a way you can’t decide if you like or not.
But this is it, you think, this is your opening to finally begin talking to him.
So you do. And the smirk he gives you the first time you address him by the honorific, voice quivering slightly as you ask him where Rei normally keeps the blender, is nothing short of predatory.
“It’s on the top shelf. It’s too high for you, though,” he says, voice so sickly sweet it almost sounds mocking. “Let niichan get it for you,”
It isn’t, but you let him get it for you anyway.
And he knows—knows he’s got you the moment you gasp at the honorific leaving his lips, trying to hide it behind your hand, nodding quickly and squeaking out a thank you.
It starts after that. He begins playing with you; a sick, perverse game of cat and mouse, hunter and hunted, and you play your part perfectly.
You’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it, if you said it didn’t send wicked sparks of excitement shooting up your spine and an intense fluttering in your stomach.
And it starts slow. It starts with gentle pet names—honey, sweetheart, princess—and fingertips trailing down your arm as he passes you. It starts with a large hand placed on the small of your back, guiding you—out of the house and into his car, out of the kitchen and into the living room, out of the hallway and into his bedroom—and with little pecks on your lips stolen when no one’s watching, quick kisses that leave you feeling exhilarated despite their chastity.
Suddenly, he’s home a hell of a lot more. He’s sitting too close to you on the couch while you curl up with a textbook, his thigh pressed against you and flesh burning hot through his black jeans. He’s joining the family dinner a few times a week, idly hooking and unhooking his ankle with yours beneath the table while smirking at you from across it.
Suddenly, he’s asking you if you need a ride to school, or if you need someone to pick you up. You don’t, you tell him, the bus is just fine, but he insists. It’s what niichans do, he says. He wants to take care of you, he says.
Who are you to deny him that, really?
✰ ✰ ✰
The first time you experience Touya angry is about a month after the inciting incident, when he catches you walking home with a few of your university friends.
He had texted you earlier that day, telling you that he—very regretfully, he said—would be unable to pick you up from school this afternoon because ‘something had come up’.
You didn’t question what it was—you knew he’d lie even if you did. So you accepted it obediently, reassured him that it was fine, that you’d find another way home.
You’re pretty sure if you had told him that you didn’t have any extra change on you for the bus suddenly whatever important thing that had ‘come up’ which so desperately needed his attention wouldn’t be so urgent anymore. But you didn’t want to be a bother, or inconvenience him, so you say nothing.
Two friends decide they’ll accompany you on your walk home, so you aren’t lonely, they claim. Normally, the walk from campus to your house is about thirty minutes, but that day it takes you nearly an hour, wasting time goofing around and walking slowly as you talk idly.
Touya’s already pissed that it’s taken you so long to arrive home, that you’ve ignored all of his extremely considerate texts asking if you’re alright, but when he sees you squished between two boys, giggling as the three of you stumble up your driveway—he’s fucking fuming.
“Where the fuck have you been?” he asks, voice calm and monotonous, leaning casually against the doorframe.
Your head snaps up—you swear he wasn’t there just a second ago—blood running cold.
His stance is relaxed, arms crossed loosely over his chest, lazily raising an eyebrow as your wide eyes meet his. Technically, the only indication that he’s furious is the blazing blue fire in his eyes, but your friends can read the tension in the air surrounding him, shuffling a little closer to you. This minuscule action does not go unnoticed by Touya, sharp jaw clenching once.
“You had niichan worried,”
You’re frozen a few feet away from the porch, unable to find your voice, to move your legs, to breathe at all.
“I didn’t know you had an older brother,”
Your eyes do not leave Touya’s as you speak, the words hoarse. “Oh, we’re—”
“Yeah,” Touya bites, irritation finally bleeding into his voice. “She does,” his eyes float back to yours. “Come here, princess,”
Your body snaps into action, moving automatically before you can even comprehend it, allowing Touya to tuck you into his side the moment you reach him.
Your hands are shaking, but you have no control over them as your fingers curl in his white t-shirt, clinging to him. To your surprise, the arm around your shoulders hugs you closer in response, thumb caressing you.
“Thanks for making sure she got home safely,” he tosses over his shoulder, managing to make the simple sentence sound like an insult, tone bordering on patronizing, while he turns on his heel, marching you both inside.
“I-I’m so sorry,” you’re rushing to say the moment the front door shuts behind you two, Touya’s arm still wrapped firmly around you.
He looks down at you coldly. “Don’t you dare pull shit like that again,” he tells you, eerily calm voice forcing spikes of icy dread up your spine. He pauses for a moment, letting his words sink in as his eyes bore into yours. “You had me worried sick,” he breathes out then, squeezing you again. You’re surprised in the sudden change of tone, feeling your chest swell at the thought of him fretting over you, a small smile gracing your lips.
“I…I did?”
Touya’s eyebrows furrow, as if he’s offended at your questioning, mood morphing in the span of a second. “Of course you fucking did,” he spits like you’re stupid, arm dropping. “Do you ever check your phone?”
“Wh-What?”
Touya rolls his eyes. “Check your phone,” he calls out airily as he begins walking into the kitchen, shaking his head a little, disappointment rolling off him in waves.
Hastily fishing your phone out of your bag, you’re astonished to see eight texts from him and three missed calls. You scroll through the texts quickly, each one making you feel more nauseous than the next. ‘Is everything okay? You should’ve been home by now’; ‘Please answer me, princess, you’re making your niichan nervous’; ‘Where are you? Answer my fucking calls already’. Guilt turns sour in your mouth and you hurry after him.
“I-I really am s-so sorry,” you force the words out, unsure as to why there are suddenly tears stinging your eyes. He isn’t even doing anything—his back is facing you as he nonchalantly begins brewing a pot of coffee.
But the thought of him being upset with you, of losing his approval, sends a sharp pain searing through your chest.
“Are you?” he asks, and although his voice holds no malice in it, it causes your whole body to stutter with a harsh breath.
“Yes,” you whimper out, latching onto his arm and tugging in an attempt to draw his eyes to yours, to see how regretful you are, the remorse written across your face. “I should’ve…That was so careless and inconsiderate of me,”
“It was,” he agrees simply, voice still light, as if he’s discussing something as mundane as the weather. “But you’ll never do it again, right?”
“Right,” you agree readily, breathing out the word before you even realize what you’re agreeing to.
“Tell niichan you’ll never worry him like that again,” he finally looks over at you.
“I-I’ll never worry you like that again, niichan, I pr-promise,”
His eyes hold yours for what feels like eons, before he finally twists his arm out of your grasp, instead wrapping it around you and tugging you against his body. You stay staring up at him, eyes wide and obedient, breath bated as you wait for your next order, so pliant and ready to serve him.
“Good,” he whispers, eyes finally softening, and you feel like you can breathe properly again. His free hand cups your face, thumb running along your lips, then your chin, then your jaw. “You want to be good for me, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“Of course,” you respond instantly. Later, you’ll lay awake in your bed, feeling ashamed by your actions, by how readily captivated you were with him, by how easily he was able to manipulate you with those sapphire eyes and that rough voice—
But in that moment, you’ll do anything to pull that little smile from him, anything to hear him tell you you’re good. You just want to be good.
Something dark and primal flashes in those gorgeous eyes as they gaze down at you, a small grin spreading across his face. “Of course,” he repeats softly.
✰ ✰ ✰
He begins to trust you more. You meet his friends, each one terrifying in their own right. Jin is alright, although his brain is fried from drugs, and he talks to and contradicts himself a lot, earning the nickname Twice from Tomura.
Tomura horrifies you to your very core—a tall, lanky man with sunken red eyes and sickly pale skin who looks like he’s one bad day away from death—and Touya tells you very sternly to stay away from him.
A university student not unlike yourself, Keigo is your favourite. Keigo is the most normal, with his wild blonde hair and enticing gold eyes that always look like they’re playfully holding the secrets of the universe just out of your grasp.
Keigo’s brain is always going a hundred miles a minute, although you’d never guess it with his trademark lazy drawl, speaking as if he hasn’t got a care in the world. But he can always keep a conversation going, knows exactly what to say to avoid awkward silences or lulls in the discussion, and you appreciate that. You think he’s so cool—he has so much knowledge about the oddest things, everything and anything, ‘a walking encyclopedia’, Tomura calls it, and it fascinates you to no end.
It’s the speed, Touya tells you one night while you’re laying on the couch, your body on top of his, the pads of his fingers dragging down your back in rhythmic strokes. Speed is Keigo’s drug of choice, you find out. Speed is the reason why Keigo knows as much as he does.
“Sometimes he doesn’t sleep for days,” Touya says. “That’s how he has all the time to memorize everything he knows—though that big overactive brain of his plays a part in it, too,”
The thought inexplicably makes your heart sink in your chest, and you don’t say anything else. If Touya notices your shift in mood, he doesn’t mention it. You idly wonder what Touya’s drug of choice is, but you’re too scared of the answer to ask.
✰ ✰ ✰
It’s only a few nights later when you wake with a violent jolt, breathing laboured as you absentmindedly press your palm to your chest, trying in vain to calm your racing heart.
A nightmare.
You sit in silence for a moment, listening to the sound of your own harsh breaths echoing off the walls and debating what to do next. A minute later, you swing your legs over the side of the bed, wincing when your bare feet touch the cold hardwood, and pad down the hallway.
You try to trick yourself into believing that you aren’t using this purely as an excuse to spend the night with him. It really was so scary, you reason with yourself, it really has made you all shaken up…
Who are you kidding? You didn’t even attempt to go back to sleep.
You’ve been in his room plenty of times now—sitting daintily on his bed as he introduces you to new music, new movies, new books. Stuff that reminds him of you, he says, stuff that he thought you might be interested in. You’re grateful for it; there are so many things you’ve learned in the short time you’ve known him.
That isn’t all, though. There’s no denying the warmth that spreads through your body, that tiny excited flutter in your chest, when he calls your name and interlaces your fingers, leading you toward his room and telling you he’s got something to show you.
Yes, you’ve been in his room plenty of times now. But this is the first time you spend the night in his bed.
He’s still up, soft golden light leaking from under his closed bedroom door. Your hand quivers a little as you lift it to rap your knuckles against the wood. He appears in the doorway a moment later, leaning against the frame in a black t-shirt that looks like it’s a size or two too small for him, riding up to reveal a teasing sliver of milky skin, tips of his hipbones jutting out from the waistband of his plaid pajama pants.
“Princess? What is it?”
You didn’t realize you were staring, and you jump a little at his gravelly voice.
“Oh. I, um—Well, I just…had a nightmare a-and I can’t sleep,”
You can barely look him in the eyes as you say it, your cheeks burning. You both know it’s a lie.
But he plays along.
“Aw, baby,” he coos, drawing you into his arms, into his room, into his bed.
“You’re trembling,” he murmurs as he turns on his side to face you, propping his head up with a hand. “Poor thing. Was it a bad one?”
Your mouth feels like its been stuffed with cotton, rendering you incapable of speech, tongue dry and sluggish. You nod in response, heat seeping into your cheeks again at just how loudly your heart is thumping while you roll onto your side. There’s only a few inches of space between your bodies now, his hot breath fanning across your face as he speaks again.
“Do you want niichan to help you forget about it?”
The question hangs heavy in the air, and you suck your bottom lip into your mouth, eyes searching his. Your thighs squeeze together at the way his voice has dropped an octave, low and husky, familiar heat pooling in the depths of your belly. He waits patiently, lifting a hand to caress your cheek, then runs his fingertips down your bare arm, goosebumps following.
Finally, you nod. You think you see the corners of his lips quirk up into the slightest hint of a smirk, but you blink, and it’s gone.
“Here,” he whispers, hooking an arm around your waist and pulling you against him. Hand cupping your jaw, he tilts your face up and slots his mouth against yours.
You’ve kissed before, of course—in his bed, in yours, on the living room couch, on the kitchen counter with his hips shoved between your thighs—but this…this feels different.
These are kisses with intent, with purpose, with a goal in mind. These are kisses that keep you distracted—slow, soft, messy with saliva—as his hand slips down your body and between your thighs.
Your gasp breaks the kiss, wide eyes blinking up at him then fluttering shut as he brushes a knuckle against your clit. He hushes you, nimble fingers spreading your folds before he drags them up your slit, huffing out a laugh at how wet you already are.
“Were you thinking about something naughty before?” he gasps mockingly, sliding the pads of his fingers back down as he speaks.
His hand withdraws from your shorts and he orders you to lift your hips, tugging the waistband down your thighs. You squirm a little, forcing them further down your legs until you free yourself of them completely, eyes gazing up at him again, awaiting your next command.
Legs part dutifully as his hand travels back down to the apex of your thighs, pushing a finger into your soaking pussy.
It’s slow at first, thrusting leisurely with his middle finger a few times and loosening you up a little before adding his ring finger. Sapphire eyes watch his motions, captivated by how your eager little cunt sucks his fingers in selfishly.
“Look at that, huh?” he breathes, looking down at you. “Such a pretty little pussy you’ve got,”
You open your bleary eyes to peer at yourself, mesmerized by the way his fingers are pumping in and out of you, glistening in the dim light of his bedroom. He curls his fingers and you inhale sharply, hips twitching toward his palm.
“Oh?” he chuckles darkly, knuckles nudging the spot again. “Did niichan find something, baby?”
You don’t know, you’re not sure, you try to tell him, but all you can seem to manage is pathetic little whines while you nod your head.
“Have you ever touched yourself?” he’s asking as the pads of his fingers tap against that spot, your entire body jolting.
“Y-Yes,” you whimper out, a little breathlessly. “But it’s never felt like this,”
“Aw, baby,” he coos, and it’s so condescending. “Then you weren’t doing it right, sweetheart,”
He quickens his pace, chuckles at the way you try to desperately fuck yourself on his fingers at such an awkward angle.
“Poor little thing, can’t even get herself off properly,” he tsks. “You need your niichan to do it for you, don’t you?”
Soft whines spill from your throat as you nod eagerly, your stomach coiling tightly.
“One day,” he breathes, curling his fingers with a vengeance this time, your hips rolling up off the mattress. “When we have the time, I’ll teach you how to make yourself feel so good,”
He’s talking too much. You want to tell him this, tell him to shut the hell up, but every time you try to speak he presses the heel of his palm to your clit and grinds against it, effectively scattering all of your thoughts, soft mewls of niichan the only sound escaping your lips.
Can’t deny his voice is fucking hot though, a form of foreplay all on its own.
And he knows this, can read you like a goddamn book, especially when he’s got his fingers two knuckles deep inside of you. He can feel it, he tells you. You don’t even need to speak; he can feel your thoughts when his voice drops an octave and your cute little hole flutters, when he chuckles and your pussy clenches around his fingers—a slut for his voice, aren’t you?
“Pretty baby, you can’t do anything but nod dumbly, can you? Been fucked stupid by my fingers alone, huh?”
Your head barely moves, lost all control of your body by this point, only able to whimper in response.
“Gonna come all over my fingers, pretty girl?” the knuckle of his thumb begins grazing your clit in quick strokes. “C’mon, make a mess for niichan,”
And it’s pathetic, how quickly your body obeys. Your pussy squeezes once, twice, three times and you’re gushing all over his fingers, juices collecting in his palm, running down his wrist. You’re embarrassed—you’ve never cum that much before, have you?
Breathing still ragged, you nuzzle into his sheets, partially hiding your face from him. Nothing could hide the involuntary grin that forms on your lips, though. Arms snake under your boneless body, tugging a bit.
“Oh no, baby, we aren’t done yet,” Touya’s saying while he hoists you up, letting you lean heavily against him.
Head tilting in confusion, your glazed eyes find his. “Wh-What?”
He looks down at his lap and your gaze follows, a tiny whimper slipping past your lips at the bulge straining against his pants. “Doesn’t niichan deserve a nice reward for helping you forget that scary dream?”
Eyes darting back to his, you nod slowly, whispering out, “Yes. But—But…” But you’re hesitant; you’ve never done anything like this before. Shaking hands reach for the waistband of his pants, beginning to pull them down but freezing when the head of his cock peeks out.
Touya sighs. “Come on, you wanna be a good girl for niichan, don’t you?”
Of course. Of courses you do.
Then he wants you to touch him, he says. He’ll help you; he promises.
“But you gotta get it wet first,”
You ask how, and he laughs at you. “With your tongue, stupid,” he tells you.
He instructs you to kneel on the floor and you comply immediately, trembling legs folding beneath your body as you situate yourself between his knees. He inches forward on the bed a little, shuffling himself to the edge and caging you between his thighs. Bringing his cock close to your mouth, he taps the head against your closed lips.
They part instantly, obediently, his eyes flashing with something sinister as you take the head into your mouth and suck hesitantly, big eyes staring up at him waiting for approval.
He curses, his hips twitching ever so slightly, skin stretched taut over bony knuckles as a hand forms a fist in the sheets. Starting with kitten licks at first, the tip of your tongue barely touches him, tracing veins, then begins to gain more confidence as he groans a little, telling you what to you, that you’re doing good, so good for him.
Watching him through thick lashes, you have the audacity to look bashful as your tongue laves around the shaft, drenching it in saliva. A hand tangles in your hair and yanks, pulling you off his cock when he decides it’s sufficiently wet enough. Long fingers encircle your wrist, bringing your hand to form a fist around him.
“Like this,” he says, jerking your hand up and down.
You’re terrible at it, movements awkward and uncoordinated, but in that moment he doesn’t really care. He’s irritated a little, wondering out loud how anyone can be bad at handjobs while a large hand wraps around yours and forces you to speed up. Bad? Your heart sinks at the small three letter word, a hard lump forming in your throat, looking as though you may start crying.
But he cums quickly after that, ropes of searing hot white painting your cheeks and face. You watch him the entire time, panting a little, lips parted slightly and your tongue darts out to lick them, tasting him.
He laughs at your bitter reaction, and it’s such a patronizing sound.
“Don’t worry,” he says, collecting the cum off your face and forcing his fingers into your mouth. “Someday I’ll stuff your throat full of it.”
✰ ✰ ✰
You can no longer mention needing—no, wanting—anything around him anymore, because within the next few days it’s sitting pretty and perfect on your bed, propped up against your lace trimmed pillows.
He’s so good to you; you should be grateful you have such a generous niichan, one who eats you out and spoils you with gifts. You’re so spoiled.
And he tells you this, in the dead of night when you wake to find him shoving his cock into you, snarling a little at your soft whines of protest.
“Don’t be a brat,” he warns. Just be a good girl and take his cock. He does so much for you, can’t you be good for him?
Yes, yes, you want to be good for him, you want to be the best for him.
By this point you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve woken up in the middle of the night with his head between your thighs, prepping you to take him.
“Stay sleeping, baby,” he’ll tell you, words whispered into your hair as his cockhead nudges against your hole.
As if you could ever stay sleeping when only a few minutes later he’s pounding you into oblivion, large hand clasped over your mouth so tightly his blunt nails are digging into your cheek, so hard that it’s yanking your head back, neck beginning to ache.
He tells you to be quiet, “You don’t want anyone to hear, do you? Then we’d have to stop, and you don’t want that, right, sweetheart?”
You don’t, you whimper. Of course you don’t—you want whatever he wants, you want to be his perfect little baby, you want to be told how good you take his cock, the praise mumbled against your skin in a low, strained voice right before he fills you with cum.
✰ ✰ ✰
He disappears for a few days near the end of December. You have no idea where, Touya answering your curious texts with playful quips at first before he grows tired of it and tells you to stop fucking asking.
But eventually, he returns.
The front door slams shut and your body flinches with a jolt of excitement. Adrenaline spikes your blood when you hear his heavy boots colliding with the hardwood, getting louder, louder, louder…
He passes right by you, not glancing at you at all. Moments later, the sound of water hitting the tiled shower wall echoes down the hallway.
And you wait. Patiently, you wait, like the good little girl you are, not daring to move a muscle. Eventually he re-emerges, hair still damp, a few strands sticking to his neck.
With a groan, he collapses on the couch next to you, flopping his head into your lap and gazing up at you with glazed, blown sapphire eyes.
“You’re high,” you say softly, not accusatory, just an observation. He giggles a little.
“So what if I am?”
“What did you take?”
“Oh,” he gasps mockingly. “Oh no, baby, I can’t tell you that,”
Why? The question is burning on the tip of your tongue, and you can tell that he’s anticipating that to be your next response, but you bite down on your bottom lip, holding it in. You know his answer already, can practically hear his patronizing voice—Because good baby sisters aren’t supposed to know about stuff like this.
“Can I try some?” you ask instead.
All of the mirth fades from his eyes in an instant, and he moves in a flash despite his inebriated state, so quick you can barely tell what’s happening. His large hand wraps around your bicep in a bruising grasp, pulling you towards him as he sits up, his face an inch away from yours.
“Absolutely fucking not,” he spits, cobalt eyes blazing and voice rumbling against your chest. “And if I so much as catch wind that you’re using, have a mere feeling that you’ve tried it—even just once—I’ll slaughter you and the fucker you got it from. Do you understand me?”
Surprised tears spring into your eyes and you nod jerkily, body beginning to tremble as your breath gets caught in your throat. You want to tell him that you didn’t mean it, honest, you promise!; that you were just kidding around, you swear!, but you can’t, voice mangling itself with the hitched little breaths on the back of your tongue.
He growls at your silence, his grip around your arm tightening and you cry out, terrified that he might actually crush the bone with his bare hand.
“Say, yes Touya, I understand,”
“Y-Yes Touya, I understand,” you manage to stutter out, voice returning only at the command of a direct order, tears spilling over and rolling down your cheeks in pairs. His eyes search your face for a moment, his features contorted in fury, before he sneers at you, squeezing your arm once then roughly letting go, shoving you away from him.
You fall backward against the arm of the couch, heart thumping so vigorously you’re sure he can hear it. He groans, throwing his head back and closing his eyes, exasperated.
“Fuck,” he sighs, eyes opening to glare at the ceiling. “You’ve ruined my high,”
You stare at him, breath coming out in uneven huffs, clinging to the couch.
“I-I’m sorry,” you whisper, terrified to move lest you upset him more.
He’s silent for a moment, still staring up, until he lolls his head to the side, glancing at you through the corner of his eye. A small smirk spreads across his face.
“C’mere,” he says, nodding his head a little in indication.
“Wh-What?”
“C’mere,” he repeats. “Come make it up to me,”
Your body’s moving before you’ve given it permission to, crawling into his lap obediently, thighs on either side of his hips. His smirk widens, and you love it—you love how much control he has over you without even trying, you love the way a quiet whimper slips through your lips as his large hands begin kneading your flesh, running up your legs and grabbing your ass.
Lips trail up the column of your neck, and you tilt your head back, a silent plea for more. You can feel the way his lips curl into a grin against your skin, nipping at it a second later.
“So, how you gonna make it up to me? Huh?” he shifts his hips under you, pressing his hard cock into your clothed core. You whine a little, grinding against him.
“I’ve got a few ideas,” you breathe out while sharp teeth mar your collarbone.
“The hell you waiting for? Show me,”
You begin sliding down his body and he pushes on your shoulders, forcing you to your knees between his spread thighs. He watches you through half-lidded eyes, gaping pupils outlined by a thin ring of blue.
Holding his gaze, you lean forward with your pretty little tongue hanging out and begin licking along the straining bulge, tracing it slowly, the denim rough against your sensitive muscle. You relent though, lapping at his clothed cock in slow, long strokes, and his jeans are just thin enough for you to feel him pulse in response.
A giggle bubbles up past your lips, muffled by the denim, already beginning to feel heady as you pull simple reactions from him. Your mouth forms a cute little ‘o’ and you suck on him the best you can through his jeans, drooling all over his lap and soaking through the material.
The hand in your hair tightens into a fist, yanking hard and pulling your mouth away. “Stop fucking teasing,” he warns, a hint of something ominous in his voice.
You obey, because you always obey, tiny fingers working to quickly unbuckle his belt, pop the button, yank down the zipper. He aids you, lifting his hips and allowing you to tug his jeans down his thighs enough for his cock to spring out.
His own hand wraps around the shaft, you pausing mid-action as you reach for it.
“Open,” he demands, your dutiful lips parting immediately, letting him push his cock into the warm, wet cavern.
He sets a brutal, punishing pace from the start, refusing to give you a single moment to adjust. His other hand fists in your hair, forcing you to stay still as he rams his cock down your throat.
Reflexive tears burn your eyes, blurring your vision. You blink quickly to clear them, desperate to watch him, to catalogue all of his micro-expressions and the sound of his voice as he grunts out your name, to burn it into your mind, etch it into your very soul.
Touya’s head falls back against the couch, Adams apple bobbling with his rough whimpers, long neck and sharp collarbone on full display. If your mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied, you’d love to lick up his smooth skin, to trace the dips of his collarbone with your tongue and sign your name in brilliant splotches of blue and purple.
You’re gagging around his cock now, starting to feel lightheaded and struggling to inhale enough oxygen. The ache in your jaw is beginning to spread, but you ignore it, stretching your mouth open wider, to take more, to be good for him, to make him proud. It’s worth it for the hoarse, throaty moans you’re pulling from him, to hear your name shuddered out, followed by a breathy, “Fuck,”
He forces hot cum down your throat a moment later, and you choke on it, sputtering around his cock, throat spasming as it tries to force the foreign object out. He won’t let it, though. He holds your head in place, nose pressed against his pubic bone, and you can do nothing but take it, like a good little girl, like he tells you to.
But it’s all worth it. It’s all worth it, to hear his broken whines like that, to have him look down at you and pull your hair and tell you you’re good, so good for him.
And you’re sobbing by the end of it, gasping for air the moment he lets go of you, wheezing violently as your head collapses against his thigh.
“Did I—” you cough, voice raspy from having your throat fucked raw, “—Did I make it up to you, niichan?” you gaze up at him, eyelashes spiky with residual water. You’re the perfect picture of obedience, strands of hair stuck to your face where your salty tears have dried and swollen lips gleaming with saliva as you watch him with glittering eyes, waiting desperately for his praise.
He looks down at you, eyes devious and diabolical, chest heaving a little. “Of course you did,” he tells you, corners of his lips tugging up into a sharp smirk as you melt into him. “You always do, don’t you?”
#todoroki touya x reader#todoroki touya#dabi x reader#dabi smut#touya x reader#dabi may be a scumbag but he loves his momma#tomura baby i’m so sorry#promise u don’t horrify me at all oof#pls come horrify me more#christ if dabi isn’t touya we’re all gonna look like goddamn fools#a buncha clowns#anyway this is my first time posting something like this#n i haven’t written smut in an extremely long time#so pls be nice#actually u should always be nice#so pls be extra nice#no one beta’d this so there’s a good chance i’ll come back to it n revise it or whatever idk i’m just sick of looking at it rn#the ‘he talks too much’ is inspired by ch 271 w hawks where he’s all ‘he’ll keep talking’#dabi shut the fuck up challenge#prone to monologuing this boy is#also sorry abt the crazy sentences with a thousand commas#apparently now i’m oscar wilde w these run on sentences#idk i still kinda like em tho#i like oscar#tw pseudo-incest#tw noncon#tw dubcon#tw emotional manipulation#tw somnophilia#tw drugs
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my ultimate guide to thiam fic !!
( as a new teen wolf stan )
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the classic post war, long ass (multi chapter) fic !!with great development that genuinely made me laugh out loud, they have the best friendship in this & i love it very much. ( like theo teaches liam to drive and i just *happy sobs* ) a fundamental in thiam fanfiction !! all stans have probably already read it but if you haven’t this is in fact a threat ,, go show this vv iconic story some love !!
Airplanes - Captainmintyfresh
Summary: After the Anuk-ite and the hunters are dealt with Liam needs a break. Cue Theo and a road trip that Liam should know better than to think will be peaceful.
Not Rated, No Archive Warnings Apply, Completed, 43/43 Chapters, Words: 236,875 (236k)
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okay okay so this one is also post 6B !! but ,, now we introduce fighting monroe & the hunters again ,, so we get the boys & a new mission !! so if you like an intresting plot 11/10 would recommend !! just to be clear this ISN’T complete ,, if that turns you off i understand but definitely give this one a read !! it litterally have theo doing crossword puzzles & fighting zombies
Vacancy Signs - LovelyLittleGrim
Summary: Theo and Liam are in Manhattan negotiating a pack allyship when the zombie apocalypse breaks out. Now, the two of them have to find their way back to Beacon Hills without getting eaten by zombies or killing one another.
Rated: Explicit, Graphic Description of Violence, Not Completed, 15/17 Chapters, Words: 89,605 (89k)
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Royalty AU !! I REPEAT ROYALTY AU !! a fantastic au where i stan their moms more than i stan them !! genuinely so good at the childhood rivals to lovers trope !! i’m genuinely obsessed with this one. has made me cry more than once ,, hurts in a good way <3 the ending is just *chefs kiss* also one of the tags is genuinely: # theo and liam make bad choices for over 130k straight !! if that doesn’t sound appealing i don’t know what does !!
Artificial Love - songbvrd
Summary: Prince Theo and Prince Liam are forced to spend every Summer together from age five onwards. They hate each other, and usually find ways to make each other miserable as much as possible in their six weeks together. But when they're reunited because of intended unions as adults, things change. They're both supposed to be married to noble women, but neither of them is as interested in anyone else as they are with their childhood rival.
Rated: Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, Completed, Chapters: 32/32, Words: 172,935 (172k)
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so if you are in the mood for a crack fic that’s not explicitally a crack fic this is for you !! okay so i’m really hit or miss with AU’s ,, sometimes i feel like they don’t quite capture the characters right but this story have the BEST dramatic liam i have ever seen in my life !! basically they all live in the same apartment building & it’s fantastic !! i saw this one floating around a lot but the summary didn’t really unrest me until i have it a shot !! so go read it rn !! also nolan & brett are genuinely fantastic and make me wheeze ,, LIKE ACTUALLY VERBALLY LAUGHING !! all i’m gonna say is that my fav characters are scott & the beetles but that won’t make actual sense until you read it !!
The Neighbors Song - TheodoreR
Summary: “I always hear you singing on your balcony every morning, but suddenly you’ve stopped?”
Or the one where Theo annoys Liam every morning with his awful singing until he doesn’t anymore and Liam is even more annoyed. Liam hates every single thing about his mornings -the fact that they happen in the morning alone is enough. The thing Liam hates the most about his mornings though is the terrible voice of the guy who lives below him. He can’t sing for shit and Liam tried to politely let him understand that by throwing flour and water on his balcony, and also by shouting it to him, you can’t sing for shit!, and then by writing it into a note he proceeded to attach to his door, but this Raeken guy just keeps doing it, every single morning, like a fucking rooster. Liam did nothing to deserve this. He probably didn’t do anything to deserve better either to be fair, he doesn’t expect to open his window and be welcomed by some angelic voice singing him good morning, he’d just be happy with nothing. Silence. That’s something Liam can appreciate in mornings. Just some bark from his dog and the sound of his misery and that’s it. But no, god forbid the new guy lets him have that.
Rated: Explicit, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Wanrings, Completed, 8/8 Chapters, Words: 42,814 (42k)
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me: i’m not a big fan of AU’s ,, proceeds to talk about ANOTHER au… OKAY BUT THIS ONE !! it’s not complete but the author has been updating regularly ,, vv slow burn !! but in a REALLY intresting way !! i lOVE LIAM IN THIS SO MUCH ,, he is such a diaster of a person and it’s wonderful !! they have a great dynamic & i’m sucker for general puppy pack content ( and erica reyes being a badass ) !! also theo plays lacrosse in this & i really like it ahhhhh ,, also liam is just being an artic monkeys stan the whole time & theo is like *que confused repressed gay noises*
Inglorious Roommates - honeyscape
Summary: A roommate is defined as “a person with whom one shares a room.”
Theo would say a roommate was more along the lines of, “The person who's the bane of his existence. The weirdo that sleeps for days. The spaz that exercises at 3am. The guy with a revolving door of annoying friends. An insufferable human being that Theo has no control over living in his room.”
Example: Theo hates his roommate Liam.
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okay okay i hate myself but i have another WIP for y’all !! this one is jUST FANTASTIC. i’m genuinely so upset it’s most likely not going to updated again *incoherent screaming ensues*. for this story ,, it’s very theo-centric bUT thats bc it ends right before liam becomes a concrete member of the story !! ANYWAY: basic plot = theo & acquiring not one but two children ,, so #dad theo but he is still crusty & homeless and i love him very much. it’s just so GOOD !! just read if you want to experience my fav theo coming out story & him etching high school musical
Look who's talking - Captainmintyfresh
Summary: Theo had been labeled many things in his life. Evil, failure, monster. He'd never thought Father would be one of those things but as he looked across the table to a six year old with blue smears of bubble gum icecream across her face trying to coax the first words out of her sister. Finger jabbing towards Theo's face as she repeated 'Daddy' again and again he couldn't bring himself to dispute the label.
(Theo accidentally adopts two young werewolves)
Not Rated, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, Not Completed, Chapters: 16/?, Words: 48740 ( 48k )
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so here me out: post-canon ( poetry like angst ) summer get away !! just the boys doing cute little domestic things together whilst pining !! theo’s guilt in this is just so powerful & aGjffkgkkfkvkdlv !! i think it’s so interesting to see how they interact in this one, it’s just very heart warming !! and it features one of my favorite niche teen wolf tropes of theo being great with like seven year old girls- it’s just so good ,, very much a wonderful little one shot that just makes your heart happy.
(next time i see you you'll show me) a hundred different ways to say the same things - cherrysprite
Summary: “...You deserve good things,” Liam says eventually. He makes sure not to look at Theo even though he can feel his eyes turn on him. Somehow he can already tell that Theo doesn’t believe him.
Liam instantly makes that the goal of this summer - making Theo believe him.
Rating: Teen and Up, No Archive Warnings Apply, Chapters: 1/1, Words: 28875 ( 28k )
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okay so this next section of fic recs is a bit different !!
two of my favorite authors !! and a compilation of fics i’ve read by them both !!
for context: these two have written some genuinely gorgeous fics, like pure poetry, they explore the real gritty & scary side of our boys relationship in such a wonderful way. they’ve both used some of my favorite tropes & i love them very much !!
whenever i need something soothing but so genuinely intresting & enticing these are my go to !! ( also they both write a lot of good nolan angst & some vv good fics with hayden )
go check out:
eneiryu
as well as fallingforboys
here are some of my favorite fics by them ~
darling i want you here in my arms (kiss the pain away, i know you can) - fallingforboys
even before you touched me, i belonged to you (all you had to do was look at me) - fallingforboys
memories linger like tattoo scars (but your touch on my skin is just as permanent) - fallingforboys
skin, bones, a stolen heart, and an ugly creature lurking underneath -fallingforboys
i don't know how to breathe in the place i called home - fallingforboys
whisper your gossamer truths into the shadow, maybe you'll find the answers you're searching for - fallingforboys
between the mountains and the valley we built a monument to our regret - eneiryu
cracked the hinges of the cage and waited for you - eneiryu
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okay and finally: since i am a self centered whore
my own fic: an rendition of the # elevator scene
it’s basically my version of post canon if we did get the kiss in the elevator. we got a classic liam pov in which he is has 12/10 for extreme bi diaster energy even whilst being shot at !! so go him ig…
Fuck Off, Fuck This & Fuck It! - nefelibata_peach
Summary: Liam thought to himself heart rate climbing, they were bound to be dead by morning. So he thought with everything but his brain and he kissed him.
Where Liam Dunbar is very confused, slightly traumatized, and just a bit scared but hey, aren't they all! Bad decisions ensue as two boys fight in a war they never did sign up for.
Rating: Teen and Up, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Chapters: 1/1, Words: 3558 ( 3k )
#this took me so long#please go read these or i’ll cry#fan fiction#fan fic recs#teen wolf fic recs#thiam fanfiction#thiam fic recs#thiam#theo raeken#liam dunbar#theo x liam#teen wolf fandom#teen wolf gay#teen wolf#ao3#fuck you fuck this & fuck it#thiam fanfic rec#thiam fanfic#thiam is endgame
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𝖠𝗍 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖼𝖾 | 𝖪𝗂𝗆 𝖲𝗎𝗇𝗐𝗈𝗈
PAIRING: kim sunwoo x fem reader
GENRE: fluff, angst, humor, strangers-to-lovers, unrequited love au, dancer!reader, formeridoltrainee!sunwoo
WC: 14.7k
NOTES: drinking+alcohol consumption, slight cursing, tiny hint of sexual harassment, a temporarily sad sunwoo :(
SUMMARY: for years, sunwoo’s harbored a crush on the same girl. even though his feelings are probably unrequited and she has no idea, insert you into the picture: a recently-turned-single person that finds interest in assisting his love quest! well, except for the fact that some feelings (that really shouldn’t be happening) begin to stir..
+ happy valentines day to everyone ^^
Day 11. Of your newly turned single life. You’re not even sure why it’s upsetting. He wasn’t that impressionable and left an unpleasant aftertaste in your mouth. Maybe it wasn’t even him, the way he randomly suggested an end to your several months of life together.
Maybe it was just you.
Nonetheless, drinks are always a way to get rid of all unwanted thoughts, the liquid flowing through your body and numbing all senses. But apparently not enough for you to miss a rising conflict at a couple tables away from yours one night.
You didn’t want to involve yourself in someone else’s business, you affirmed internally, downing another shot. But the increasing noise and tension grab your attention nevertheless.
There’s some guy. Wasted, you can definitely tell. It’s what he attracted that’s causing all the disturbance to your inevitably lonely night.
You’re not really sure what’s going on, but he’s obviously pissing off some other people, and the noise isn’t going down.
Seriously, no one else is gonna do anything?
It’s getting increasingly worse, and once of the guys raises an arm, (probably to incite something violent you don’t want to deal with, but you do anyway) your body takes over your mind and forces you over to the table.
“Excuse me, not to pry or anything, but is there something wrong?” You don’t even know who this horribly drunk guy is, and still, here you are, attempting to save his butt.
Maybe you should’ve used your brain once to actually look and see who you were facing against. The extremely bulky man scoffs, squinting at you.
“And who are you? Another fangirl of his?”
The drunk man suddenly stirs next to you, aggressively pointing at the guy. “Don’t worry about him,” he slurs, “he’s just jealous he doesn’t have anyone that likes him back.”
Muscly guy (you can’t think of any other way to describe him) lets out a loud guffaw, slapping his thigh rather hard. “And what about you? What about that girl you’ve liked since forever? Can’t say anything back now, huh?”
Drunk boy (another great nickname) abruptly stands up, knocking glasses over and making more of a ruckus. You notice he’s super tensed, and his eyes flash something you can’t read.
“Don’t you dare say anything about her.”
“Oooh, the tough boy becomes a softie. It’s sad how-“
It is sad, you think. It’s sad how he never gets to finish his sentence before the supposedly wasted guy launches a solid fist at his face.
And then you’re not sure what really happens next. A lot of chaos that wasn’t settling well for a still somewhat drunk person like you.
Although, you miraculously manage to appease the angered employees and drag the guy with you outside.
“No-just- Sit!” You huff, finally shoving him down onto a bench. You forgot how exhausting it was to take of other drunk people. You have absolutely no clue as to why you’re still helping this guy, but it’s too late to just leave him now, you suppose.
Slumping next to him, you exhale, enjoying the finally peaceful moment. It’s a cold night, but you feel.... warm, buzzing alive. The usual numbness in your body was nowhere to be found.
“Well, aren’t you gonna thank me?”
His head ever so slowly turns to you. “Me? Why would I?” Scoffing, you glance him over.
“You’re such a troublemaker, that I can tell. Maybe I should call you that from now on unless you give me a name?”
The guy starts humming a random tune, eyes closed and basking in the moment. “Sunwoo. Kim Sun. Wooooo.”
You nod, making a note in your head to find a Kim Sunwoo later to pay you back. All of a sudden, you hear sniffles.
Is he- is he crying? But he’s laughing too? What kind of crazy person did I just save...
“Um, are you alright? What’s so funny?”
His head lols toward you.
“Have you ever been in love with someone for years? And they never knew? And then they started dating your ex-best friend, and even after he left, you stayed by their side and never said anything about how you felt?” Until the guy freakin shows back up again after years, and then you feel like the stupidest person ever for not saying anything?”
You blink. “.... I’m sorry?”
“Well, that’s my life right now.”
You think about how you should probably be at home instead of sitting next to a stranger at 3am, but you stay. And listen.
He spills everything. The girl he not so secretly likes. The guy she’s dating. Was, he corrects. Who also was coincidentally his best friend when they were younger. Until said ex-friend went overseas for school. Leaving sunwoo and his crush together all alone. And then ex-friend has to mess it all up by unexpectedly coming back to Korea.
You weren’t asking for the juicy details, but what can you expect for a very much still intoxicated person?
And after the whole story’s done and said, you can only laugh.
“So he came back? From overseas? Without even saying anything in advance?”
“Yup, and now I’m here. Left alone, just like before. Knowing them, she won’t be able to resist his charms, and they’ll probably be back together in a month, give or take.”
He laughs again, a sad bark. “Honestly, I don’t blame her. They’re like soulmates.”
Whistling, you shake your head. “That’s really something, Kim Sunwoo... You’re really something.”
He clumsily stands up, giving you a surprisingly cute smile. “Thanks, stranger. I don’t even know your name.”
Coughing, you stand up as well, ignoring his remark. “Do you have someone to take you home? It’s really late..”
Sunwoo looks around aimlessly before giggling, “I don’t know where my phone is.”
“It’s in your pocket.”
“Oh my god, are you a psychic or something?”
“You took it out a minute ago to show me pictures of your crush.”
“Haha, right.”
Rolling your eyes, you decide to take initiative for once and reach for the phone in his pocket, ignoring his little sound of surprise.
“Wow, you don’t even have a password. Is this Eric guy alright to call? You know what- never mind, I’m just gonna call anyways.”
......
“Hello? Where the heck are you?? It’s freakin almost four and-“
“Excuse me? Is this kim sunwoo’s friend?”
“A GIRL?? wait, you don’t sound like-”
Interrupting him, you explain everything while somehow able to watch over a melancholy sunwoo gaze off into the distance like in a melodramatic movie.
His friend Eric? sends you an address, and you haul sunwoo over.
Once the door opens, you don’t even stay to hear what he says, just leaving sunwoo and trudging your way back home. To finally sleep. To get back to your boring life and forget about Kim sunwoo.
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Until you see Sunwoo again. You were surprised to run into him, almost not recognizing who he was.
Thanks to the ice cream you wanted to remind you of the favor Kim Sunwoo totally owed back.
After purchasing your lovely snack, you spin around to leave when you bump into someone.
“Ah- I’m sorry,” you stop. His face.... could it be?
Eyes wide, you tilt your head at him. “Oh- troublemaker.”
He raises an eyebrow at you, confused eyes boring into yours for a solid minute.
“Who? ..wait a second.” You almost laugh as the recognition slowly flickers in his eyes.
Everything in his body screams to run. Sunwoo attempts to sprint as fast as he can away, but he’s extremely shocked at how fast your reflexes are, hand clenched tight on his wrist.
“Wait, are you just gonna try and run away after I helped you?”
Coughing awkwardly, he bows and still tries to get the hell out of there- Eric’s words about some girl and totally wasted resurfacing from his memory.
Your words prevent him from leaving. “How are you and your crush doing?” You say it so casually, it’s almost as if you two are friends.
Sunwoo sighs frustratedly, contemplating before accepting the defeat and beckoning you outside to follow him. He isn’t one to talk to strangers -Sunwoo likes to describe himself as a ‘cold and silent’ type of person. On the other hand, he figured he’s already spilled everything to you while drunk.
But it’s not just that, Sunwoo finds it strangely easy to open up to you. Possibly because from as much as he can recall, you didn’t judge him for having a stupid one-sided crush for the longest time.
Once seated on the curbside comfortably, he starts.
“It’s okay, I guess. I don’t know if she’s met up with him yet, how she’s feeling. Honestly, I have no idea what to do.”
Humming, you open your ice cream with gleaming eyes. Sunwoo doesn’t miss your face, unconsciously smiling but dropping it when you face him with the ice cream positioned at your lips.
“Well.... you said it’s been years, right?” He nods.
“Maybe things have changed. Maybe she doesn’t like him anymore. I mean, how do you know she doesn’t like you back? You’ve been by her side for so long, she might’ve developed feelings- you never know.”
“That’s the thing,” he groans, “I don’t know. I have absolutely no idea if she likes me back or not.”
Tapping your feet in a random beat against the ground, you contemplate.
“... maybe you could test it out.”
“How?” he huffs.
“Hint at it, so she’ll have no choice but to know. Or even better-make her jealous. Flirt with other girls and see how she reacts. It’s quite simple, troublemaker.”
His eyes flick to yours, irritation evident. “Will you stop calling me that? And also tell me who you are if you’re just gonna start giving me love advice? A name?” (On the inside, he’s wondering why he’s making such a fuss over you; someone he’s met a total of one time before this.)
You shrug nonchalantly, enjoying the taste of your savory ice cream. Darn, you should’ve tried this flavor out before...
“Does it matter? After all, I’m the one who saved your ass.”
Sunwoo scowls, even when he was drunk he didn’t remember you being so exasperating without even trying.
“Whatever, I guess I should say thanks for helping me that one night. You won’t tell anyone about this, alright?” He glares.
If you’re trying to be scary, it doesn’t work, -is what you want to say. Instead, you respond with raised eyebrows and a tiny smirk.
“No, I’m not that disrespectful of a person. You would know that the best, wouldn’t you? After I helped you and all?”
He mutters ‘you’re annoying...’ under his breath.
Collecting your things, you brush yourself off and stand up, not bothering to look down at him. “I’m not annoying. I’m y/l/n y/n.”
You miss the disgruntled expression of his face, what a shame.
Taking a couple steps forward, you abruptly stop and turn your head to smile back at him. “Don’t forget, Kim Sunwoo. Be expecting that favor.”
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When you offered to get drinks for everyone at the studio, you didn’t think you’d end up carrying four stacks of beverages on top of each other.
Making your way slowly and precisely to the exit, eyes locked on the wobbly coffee tower, a body knocks into you right as the door opens.
You can only watch in slow motion as the tower knocks over, one drink toppling over.
However, you manage to catch that flying drink. Dang, my reflexes are doing great lately.
As for the tower, it’s.... actually saved? By a pair of hands stabilizing the sides. You’re eternally grateful to whoever’s standing behind the tall tower that was able to rescue your precious drinks.
Exhaling in relief, you tilt your body to look past the barrier and thank your savior. It’s a... “Sunwoo?”
“What’s with all the coffees?”
You narrow your eyes. “It’s for my work. Now, if you would excuse me.“
You attempt to push your way past to the exit, but sunwoo lets out a whoa! and reattaches his grip back to your leaning tower of drinks.
“You’re gonna kill someone with these.”
Rolling your eyes, you retort, “It’s all good, so please-“
“Alright, whatever you say, y/n.”
Biting your lip, you slowly turn your body to the door, preparing your hand to let go and quickly push open the door.
Spoiler- it doesn’t work, and you’re left frustrated with sunwoo still watching your struggle for a couple of minutes.
“You know, if you’re just gonna stand there, maybe you could do something more... helpful?”
“Oh? I thought you didn’t need any help.” Sunwoo believes he doesn’t care much about assisting others, but watching you is too amusing.
“Just get over here. Before I start calling you some other nicknames.”
He smirks. “At your service, miss.”
He takes a couple of stacks, relieving your tired arms, and you manage to make it outside, slumping down on a bench.
“Thank you, sunwoo.”
“Does that mean I don’t owe you a favor anymore?”
“Um, no,” you snort, “ that was just you being polite and helping someone else like any other person would.”
He puts his hands on his waist, pretending to think thoughtfully.
“I think that was about, 20? 30? dollars worth of drinks that could’ve been spilled. “If-,” he points with a finger, “I hadn’t saved you.”
Squinting back up at him, you slightly shake your head in annoyance. “Fine. We’re even now.”
He snaps his fingers. “Ah, that’s right. I tried the jealousy thing or whatever you were talking about.”
“And?”
“It doesn’t work,” he deadpans. “She knows I’m not one to flirt with random girls-if anything, it’s the opposite, and I usually reject them.”
You raise an eyebrow, fiddling with your hair. “Okay? Why are you telling me that?”
“I’m meeting her in a couple of days at a restaurant, and I want you to go with us.”
Your face shows no reaction. “We just got even, and you’re asking for another favor, troublemaker?”
Gathering all the drinks, you’re about to leave when he stops you again.
“Wait. I don’t think I explained myself clearly. I want you to tag along, and I can see how she reacts, you know?”
“No, I understand what you mean. And no thank you. You’ve known her since what, high school? And we’ve only met like a couple of times. That’s awkward. I’m gonna be a total third wheel, and it’s the literal worst, so I’m fine.”
He stomps his feet in frustration, making you cough at his sudden cuteness.
“Please. I’m a prideful man and don’t like asking others for favors. So just come and play along with me. I don’t really talk to other girls, so you’re the only way for me to see if she gets jealous or not. Besides, I’m always the one paying for the food in the end.”
He had you at food. You suddenly nod, replying, “Alright, I’ll go. Just text me the place and time.”
He scoffs, “it’s always the food...”
Ignoring him, you make your way back to the studio with your coffee tower before hearing a yell.
“Wait! y/l/n y/n!! I need your number?!!!?”
You stifle a laugh, hearing his quickly approaching footsteps from behind.
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He sends you the details the next day, with a winking selfie of himself (that you ignore).
‘i sent u the location of the restaurant’
‘dont forget were still trying to make her jealous’
‘and dress up’
‘the nicer u look the better’
‘not that looks matter that much tho’
‘and also not that i think u look nice or anything either, dont get any ideas’
There’s no option but to leave him on read after his choice of grammar. Just kidding, you send a simple ‘ok’ and don’t think about it until the day comes.
You can’t tell if this is a normal feeling, but your insides feel queasy, palms slightly sweaty like you’re about to perform in front of a huge crowd.
Why do you feel nervous? It’s just meeting the girl that sunwoo has liked for years. That’s all.
Closing your door, you retrieve your phone to check the location he sent you.
Actually, sunwoo asked you to meet him earlier near the restaurant. You’re not sure why, he simply answered, ‘research tings’ you corrected his spelling after.
He stands a couple feet away from you, anxiously tapping his foot.
“Wow, didn’t know you had such an e-boy style.”
He whips around towards the sound of your voice. Sunwoo isn’t sure why he’s surprised, you look quite... pretty nice.
Coughing, he mutters, “I appreciate that you took the time to dress up.”
You duck your head in perhaps, shyness? Glancing at your phone, you remark, “we have five minutes.”
He suddenly jolts, checking his outfit. “Hey, how do I look? Okay? Does it seem like I tried too hard?”
Your eyes flick to him for a split second before looking away. “You look good.”
There’s a pause before he clears his throat. “Is that it?”
You inhale, facing him again. “Yeah. What do you want me to say? Oh, you’re so handsome, and your stylish clothes match your hair perfectly!”
Sunwoo suddenly grins. “Well, if you wanted to call me handsome you could’ve done so earlier.”
While you’re distracted grumbling about him, Sunwoo sneakily captures a shot, the sound making you jump.
“Why.... why did you just take a picture of me?”
He grins, shrugging. “Contact photo.”
Your face suddenly returns back to its normal blank expression, and you take his arm. He’s surprised, looking at you before you mutter, “Is that her?”
You can remember the time drunk sunwoo showed you photos of his crush, but to be honest, you didn’t really pay close attention to her. His eyes glance around before he swallows and nods. “She’s coming over here. And don’t worry, I told her I invited a friend.”
Sunwoo watches as his longtime crush spots him, shooting a wave and a smile. Then he sees her eyes flick down to you, the smile quickly fading as she walks over.
Once she arrives, she takes your hand off his arm, making your eyes widen in astonishment.
“Excuse me- whatever it is you want from him, I don’t think he’s interested.”
“Sunwoo!” she turns toward the boy with her back to you, “where’s your friend?”
You and Sunwoo stare at each other in shock before you raise a hand over your mouth to contain your laughter.
He blinks, looking back down at the girl. His hand slowly raises to point at you. “Right here.”
You weren’t able to notice earlier, but you can tell why sunwoo likes her.
Oh. She’s prettier in person.
She stares at you for a moment before spinning back to him, whispering not so quietly, “since when did you talk to girls that weren’t me?”
Sunwoo rolls his eyes, “That doesn’t matter. This is y/n.”
You give a polite smile, accepting her very quick apology.
ꔫ
“Actually Sunwoo, this is a trendy place to go to now, I wonder how you got a table- I actually came here once before with...... ah, never mind. “
You quietly listen to her talk, following behind as she sits at a table.
Not wanting to make it awkward, you sit across from her, leaving two seats open-one next to you and one next to her.
Also leaving Sunwoo to stop, eyes flicking between the two options.
“Why are you hesitating?” the girl says impatiently, “just sit.”
You glance at him, almost speaking with your eyes, this is a chance.
Sunwoo slides down next to you as you study the girl, waiting for any sign of a reaction.
You do get something. It’s not much, just a curious look at the two of you seated next to each other.
After ordering, Sunwoo chooses the same dish as you.
You smirk. “Ah, of course. My taste in food is excellent.”
He scoffs, “No, I decided I was gonna get this way before you. If anything, I have great taste, and you’re just a copycat.”
Grinning, you retort, “Yeah right, I’m actually a psychic. Sound familiar?”
He groans, bringing a hand to cover his face. You laugh at his misery. “Let’s not bring that backup...”
You turn to the girl, casually sipping her drink as she studies the two of you. But once realizing you’re both looking at her, she shoots up.
“Um-did you say something?”
You can tell. The way he stares at her, the soft smile that appears only when she speaks to him. You honestly don’t understand how she hasn’t figured it out yet - that is if she really doesn’t know.
Deep inside, you think you know the answer. But you don’t want to assume anything just yet-you’ve only reached the opening stages of the plot.
In the end, Sunwoo doesn’t get much. If he’s learned anything, it’s that you’re a much better actor than you seem. The subtle touches, flirting. He knows it’s all for show, though.
But for you, you get much more than sunwoo. A full stomach without having to pay anything. And you got to meet the girl of ‘sunwoo’s dreams’.
She’s nice. Funny. Really pretty. You can see yourself becoming friends with her. All in all, she’s a great person to have a crush on. Except for all the ex-boyfriend stuff.
Before you leave, she speaks up once more.
“I’m kinda upset.” she pouts. You and sunwoo immediately look at each other, waiting for her to continue.
“You never told me you had other female friends. You always said you weren’t interested, I thought you would’ve mentioned it to me or something....”
Awkwardly turning to you, she bows and apologizes once more. “Sorry again, for earlier. It was really nice to meet you. Let’s see each other again, Sunwoo’s other female friend.”
Sunwoo elbows her, “what’s that supposed to mean?” But she only laughs.
You don’t know what he’s thinking, but you remember he mentioned he was gonna hang out with her after this, just the two of them.
Waving bye to them, you suddenly freeze once you spot someone behind sunwoo.
It’s... your ex. Coincidentally in the same location as you. Walking in your direction. Luckily, you don’t think he’s spotted you. Yet.
It shouldn’t bother you as much, but it does.
Sunwoo notices your fallen face. “Y/n??”
He doesn’t know what’s behind him that caused that reaction of yours, but he recognizes that expression anywhere. It’s the same one he probably had on too. Whenever she was with him.
He wraps an arm around your shoulder, turning you the other way so you can’t look. You break out of your trance and stare up at him. “What... what are you doing?”
Sunwoo only stares ahead of him. Then he walks. And you do too.
He walks until you’re outside, away from everyone.
It’s silent, but you gather some confidence to speak up. “Thank you.. what about your friend? Isn’t she still inside?”
“Oh, she’s probably fine waiting. It’s okay. This seemed more important right now anyway.”
That’s the first time your heart fluttered, whether you knew it or not.
ꔫ
After that, you find out sunwoo texts a lot. Well, he texts you a lot. Mostly about girl advice. Which he shouldn’t even be asking you -I mean you’re the one who recently got out of a relationship.
Even if you complain that he’s annoying, you find helping him to be pretty entertaining. Also attacking his texting skills.
Because the rest of your life is just that boring at the moment.
That could be a factor in why you decided to go on a blind date. With some random guy. You weren’t even looking for anything serious, just a night out different from your usual staying in.
But you deeply regret wearing shorter clothes. He wasn’t bad at first. And then came the touching.
It was just a knock of the feet. It seemed like nothing, a mere couple of accidents. And when he moved to sit next to you instead of in front, you should’ve known.
His thigh touching yours, an arm around the back of the seat.
Occasionally you would cough and scoot away, trying any way to send signals of back off.
After his hand brushes your thigh, you sigh. “I’m sorry, but please don’t touch me, while I’m asking nicely.”
He chuckles, moving his arm to hang around your shoulders. “Come on, you agreed to go on this date with me. Might as well have some fun.”
You calmly fling his arm off you, standing up to grab your stuff when he just won’t stop, will he?
“Let go of my hand,” you say calmly.
“Girl, just-“
“She asked you to let go, didn’t she?”
Why is it that he keeps popping up in your life? And it’s not just him alone, he’s with her again. Probably came here together to eat too, you guess.
“Who are you? Her boyfriend? Doesn’t seem like it.”
“Does it matter? She asked you to stop, and you didn’t.”
Sunwoo harshly removes his grip from yours and takes your hand, leading you outside of the place.
You move your hand away from his, but the warmth still remains. Arms crossed, you only look at him blankly. “You know I could've handled it, right?”
“Yeah, yeah, but sometimes guys are really stubborn and need someone to physically beat them up so they listen.”
That causes a tiny smile to surface. “I’m guessing you came with her, right? How’s it going?”
He shrugs, “dunno. She’s been acting okay since the last time we three went to that restaurant.”
You nod thoughtfully. “Well, are you gonna keep her waiting? You can go back in now, I’m going home.”
“What? I’ll take you.”
You frown. “Why do you want to take me home? To find out where I live, stalker?”
Sunwoo scoffs. “First troublemaker and now stalker? And no, I’m just being a gentleman. Now accept my offer before I take it back. I’m not always this kind.”
Huffing, you begin your walk back, leaving him behind.
“Hey-! Wait up!” Once again, sunwoo has no clue why he follows you instead of easily going back to where he should be- originally wanted to be.
The first couple of minutes of the walk are a peaceful silence, basking in the cool night. It doesn’t last for long, because something comes to your head.
“Wait. What about your crush?”
“Why do you keep asking about her? When you’re in more distress? Of course, I’m gonna help you right now.”
“That’s not what I mean... if you’re just trying to make her jealous, you don’t have to walk me all the way.”
I don’t get why you’re here with me, instead of with the girl you like.
Sunwoo stops. “Wait what- Do you really think I would do that?”
Your nod causes him to scoff. “No, I told you before, I’m just being polite. It’s fine. She can wait.”
“You hang out together a lot,” you remark, “you must really like her.”
“Yeah, I just- I think she’s just bored and asks me to go out with her because no one else will... and I always accept.”
“Oh. It seemed like you were the one constantly forcing her to go out with you.”
Sunwoo laughs, if it’s sarcastic or genuine you can’t tell. “You’re funny.”
You take a couple more steps before deciding to break the silence that reformed. “Anyways, aren’t you curious about how we met? That night?”
Frowning, he responds, “that’s right, I don’t exactly remember.”
“To start with, I actually went to that bar because I got broken up with.”
Sunwoo makes a surprised face. “I see...”
“Yeah, and you were there that night. Causing a scene with some bulky guys, and I saved your butt. You talked. A lot. I listened. That was it. Oh, and that day at the mall... it was my ex that I saw.”
He hums thoughtfully. “So that’s who it was....”
Once you reach your doorstep, Sunwoo suddenly breaks out in a dance.
“Niceee- I paid back the favor for making you come with me to that restaurant!”
“That doesn’t count Kim Sunwoo because you came here on your own will. Goodnight.”
Shutting the door in his face, you hear him spluttering from outside. That guy is really something.
ꔫ
Sunwoo finds your requests very weird. Your service is attempting to help him win over his crush, and in return, you only want a simple hangout with his company? It’s strange.
(If he asked you, you would probably just say you were bored and had nothing to do. That’s the only reason. Really.)
One afternoon, he receives a text from you, your contact saved as “annoying y/n”.
‘Let’s get food. That means you’re paying. I’m at my studio right now, so 3?”
‘where r u’
‘i can pick u up’
‘-current address sent-’
One thing he wasn’t expecting from you was a dance studio? And weirdly, he feels a tiny bit guilty for not knowing anything about you, except your name.... and your ex.
Cautiously opening the door, he looks around for any sign of where you could be.
But the place is kinda confusing with all the doors, so he eventually gives up and decides to ask some nearby strangers.
Ignoring their blushes and remarks of his handsomeness, Sunwoo asks, “Do you know where y/l/n y/n is?”
They quickly point at a door before running off, whispering ‘is he their boyfriend or something??’
Sunwoo coolly makes his way over, peeking through the small window.
Another thing he doesn’t expect is how good of a dancer you are. It gives him flashbacks- back when he used to do routines in his old practice room.
He observes the way your limbs move so fluidly but still sharp and exact. Everything just feels so right, in tune with the music. It almost takes his breath away, watching you for who knows how long.
Once the music stops and your tired breaths fill the room does sunwoo finally pop in, clapping and nodding.
“Pretty good, stranger.”
You scrunch your nose. “Is that my nickname now? Not even a little more creative?”
Ah, there it is. “You know, I like you a lot better when you’re dancing, not talking, and being mean to me.”
You blink. “So you like me, huh? That was fast.”
He ignores your comment. “You should be grateful you’re in the presence of Kim sunwoo, alright? Many girls would kill to be you.”
“Not your crush, though? I’m sorry. That was low of me.”
“It was,” he agrees. Falling back onto the ground, he stares up at the ceiling, speaking up.
“How long have you been dancing for?”
The atmosphere feels strangely peaceful. “Since I was young. Just kinda picked it up for fun, and it became a thing. I like it -sometimes it’s exhausting, but I like it.”
His eyes fixate on the blinding lights. “Hmm, this place is reminding me of when I was younger. In high school.”
You join him on the ground, the sound of your breaths can only be heard in the room.
“What do you mean?”
“I used to be an idol trainee. Practiced for a couple of years before quitting.”
You turn your head to look at him. “Impressive. What did you do?”
Sunwoo closes his eyes. “Rapping. Dancing. Singing. A little bit of everything. But mostly rapping.”
“Will you rap something then?”
His eyes flick open. “What? I can’t just rap off the top of my head.”
You pout, “no fun. Well, can you still dance?”
“Maybe..”
You suddenly sit up. “Should we dance something together?”
Your eyes sparkle, the first time sunwoo’s noticed them doing that.
“Just- don’t make fun of me. It’s been years.”
“I won’t.”
“... -guarantee anything.”
Sunwoo’s doesn’t know. What this fleeting feeling in his chest is. When your hands softly correct his position, when you try not to laugh at his mistake. And then your delighted face when he gets it right in the end.
It’s probably nothing, sunwoo thinks. He’s sure, very sure that he’s still in love with his high school crush..
It’s all strange, really.
ꔫ
You would say your life is pretty boring. You didn’t do much until Kim Sunwoo shoved his way in.
Your next meeting occurred a couple weeks after the dance practice incident. It was weird, almost like fate was constantly crossing your paths (maybe they were huhu).
The mart’s automatic doors slide close behind as you walk into the night.
But you stop. There’s some kind of shuffling, commotion coming from the dark alley next to you. So what better than to check it out, right?
It’s almost pitch black, but you’re 99.9% sure some guys are beating someone up. So you yell.
“Hey! What’s going on?”
Thankfully, they don’t try to attack you, instead just running off in the opposite direction after the sound of your voice.
It’s hard to see, but you briskly make your way to the huddled figure on the ground, heart pounding.
“Sir? Sir? Are you alright?” You’re trembling but still manage to gently shake his shoulder.
And when he looks up, you can only gasp.
“Troublemaker?”
“...y/n? Why are you here?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that? Oh my god, are you okay?”
He attempts to sit up, chuckling lowly. “Just got ganged up on. I guess it happens when you mess with the wrong people.”
Your eyes flash. “This isn’t the time to be joking, sunwoo. Where are you hurt?”
He groans, sighing and holding a hand out in front of you. “Just.... don’t. Leave. I can take care of myself, it used to happen all the time.”
You can tell something definitely happened to him, but what exactly is the question.
You scoff, squatting next to him. “Listen Kim Sunwoo,” you speak harshly, “I don’t care how long we’ve known each other. I’m not letting anyone obviously hurt like this alone. If you’re just gonna stay here, then I’ll drag you out myself if I have to.”
There’s a break before you notice he’s slighty shaking. Is he? Is he laughing? What a crazy guy.
“You’re funny,” he chuckles. And then an arm is held out to you.
You take it, pulling him up.
Groaning, you note he’s heavier than you thought. One of his arms hanging on your shoulder, yours around his waist. He’s slightly limping too.
You hold back the urge to scold Sunwoo. What did you do to make yourself come out this bad?
Slowly, you walk over to a bench, but before you make it, you spot a certain someone across the street.
And you think he does too.
You stiffen. He freezes. Biting your lip, you look back at sunwoo, trying to read his face.
“Is that- is that him with her? The ex?”
He nods, eyes never leaving the two, who were probably hanging out together-maybe even going on a date. He has no clue and no wish to find out. The familiar feeling sinks to the bottom of his stomach.
You shake your head, clearing all distractions and eventually making it to the bench where you set him down.
“I need to get medicine. If you leave, I swear I’ll-“
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t think I can anyway.”
But before you run to the store conveniently 10 steps away, you unwrap the soft scarf around your neck, raising it up to his face.
“W-what are you doing?”
“Just trust me,” you say softly, “and put this on. This way, you won’t look at them together, and it’ll be a little easier.”
Gently, you tie the scarf around his eyes.
“Five minutes. I promise I’ll be back.”
ꔫ
Once you return, a bag of medicine in hand, you set it down next to him, causing him to slightly jump.
But a lightbulb flashes in your brain. Quietly tiptoeing in front of him, you aim the camera and shoot.
You laugh at the way sunwoo jumps slightly at the noise, blindly looking around, and you also laugh at the way the photo came out-an unsuspecting Kim sunwoo.
“What was that? Did you just take a picture?”
He can’t see, but you grin cheekily. “Contact photo.”
Squatting in front of him, your warm hands deftly unwrap the scarf blindfold, removing it from his face.
He squints, your concerned face coming into view.
“It wasn’t too bad, right?”
“Delete it.” His reply is curt.
“Why? I needed a photo for you.”
“Delete it or retake it!! It looks bad. I’m literally wearing a blindfold,” he whines, arms weakly attempting to snatch your phone away.
Luckily for you, he isn’t able to move much and steal it. “No,” you respond indignantly, “it’s cute.”
There’s a pause.
You quickly clear your throat, pretending nothing just happened as you rummage through the plastic bag.
Sunwoo feels weird. Having someone caring for him. It was usually him looking after everyone else- his mother, sister. He can’t remember the last time someone else took care of him.
You take out a box, screwing the cap off the bottle.
“They’re gone now. You don’t have to worry anymore.”
“What?”
You stare at him again. “Your crush? And her ex?”
He shifts. “Oh, right.”
Humming, you examine him again. “I’m not a professional, but I’ll try my best..”
Sunwoo sighs once more. “As I said, I don’t know why you’re doing this-“
You cut him off. “Just be quiet, will you?”
After putting ointment on his bruised face, you shuffle through the bad to find another tube, letting out an aha! when you retrieve it.
When you lean in super close to his face, sunwoo tries his best not to turn red. He blames it on the weather.. even though the temperatures were freezing today.
“Why are you helping me?” he mumbles. Sunwoo attempts to avoid looking you in the eye -he doesn’t want to know what’ll happen if he does.
It’s silent for a little bit as you concentrate on all the minor scratches and bruises on his face. Focusing on the cut on his lip, you whisper, “you’re such a troublemaker, aren’t you?”
Offended, he jerks away from you. You return it with a glare and a hand on his chin to hold his face still.
“You can’t even deny it. Now stay still.”
His heart flutters at your delicate hold on his face, soft and focused gaze. Why are you like this?
After a couple more treatments and unusual thumpings in his chest, sunwoo is free to go.
You’re satisfied with your work. “ I would help you home, but I’m tired so call someone or whatever.”
Pausing, you add, “and that’s another favor from you, Kim Sunwoo.”
He rolls his eyes but can’t help thinking of the next time you’ll call for him. He goes home feeling warmer than he remembered, the ghost of your touch still lingering in his dreams.
ꔫ
It’s actually not as boring as one might expect to go to a restaurant alone, in your opinion.
No effort has to be made to communicate to someone else, no worrying about if there’s food stuck in your teeth. No worrying about anyone else but yourself.
So that’s why you alone find your way to the entrance of a nice place- it had almost a five-star rating online.
The waiter seems a bit surprised you’re here by yourself, but you shrug it off. Who cares- you came for the food anyways.
Following the server past other tables and chairs, you abruptly get stopped when a chair pushes out, blocking your way.
The guy seems to notice you then, getting out of his seat and apologizing.
“Whoops, my bad.”
He looks somewhat familiar.
“Oh! Aren’t you-“
“Sunwoo’s friend Eric, right?”
“Y/n???”
You can recognize that voice anywhere. It’s almost making you frustrated. “Again you?”
Spinning around, you didn’t imagine a whole table of eyes locked onto you.
You hear whispers of who’s y/n?, and spot a startled Sunwoo standing up from his seat.
“What are you doing here?”
It makes you suddenly shy, standing in front of all these guys that you suppose are his friends? There’s quite a lot of them all together at one table...
Fidgeting with the ends of your hair again-sunwoo notices this time-you hesitantly speak.
“I came here to eat. Because it’s a restaurant. What-um, what about you?”
Sunwoo gestures at the group. “I’m having dinner with my friends. You know Eric, he’s my roommate.”
Nodding slowly, you just wish to get away, having no idea what happened to your waiter.
And then Eric has to make your night a lot more- let’s just say, stimulating.
“Wait! You can join us at our table!” Eric grins. “It’ll be nice to know who’s been stealing sunwoo away from us.”
Your eye twitches. Who what now?
And the other guys around seem to think the same thought, immediately asking nearby servers for an extra chair.
You don’t move. This could be your death wish for all you know.
And still, you end up sitting squished between Sunwoo and another friend named Newt? New? Who cares.
Half the boys launch an investigation, questioning you with ‘how did you manage to get sunwoo’s attention?’, ‘how did you manage to seduce him?’
Truly an exciting night.
“Guys, for the last time, stop interrogating the shit out of y/n.”
It quickly becomes stuffy, being wedged between twelve boys sharing one small table. How do they do it? Getting up, you mutter an excuse, something along the lines of ‘I need to use the restroom’ and escape the damned table.
Once you’re out of ear's reach, Kevin makes his move, wiggling his eyebrows at sunwoo.
“So..... you and y/n now? What happened to your other crush?”
He rolls his eyes, sipping on his drink. “Like I said, we’ve got nothing going on. I don’t like them like that.”
Eric snorts. “Nah, you like her.”
Sunwoo raises a fist threateningly at him, but Haknyeon’s pat on his shoulder stops him. “I’m happy for you. It’s been so long, everyone’s glad to see you finally moved on.”
He isn’t really sure what to say back. Luckily you return to squeeze between everyone, making the conversation change to a more appropriate topic.
You notice sunwoo’s thoughtful expression. “What’s up?”
“Uh, it’s nothing..” A sudden ringing from his pocket catches your attention.
“Oh, sorry guys. My mom’s calling. Gimme a sec.”
Your eyes follow sunwoo as he steps outside for who knows how long.
“Y/n?”
Your head whips back to the group.
“Yes?”
You think Jacob’s the one who called your name. “Thank you.”
“For what?” You frown.
“Being there for Sunwoo, of course. I’m guessing you probably heard about the girl he used to crush on for ages. She was really important to him, probably still is.”
“Actually, I don’t know much about their past together, ” you reply, eyes focusing on the exit door where sunwoo left through.
Jacob sighs, clearing his throat. “It’s a long story. Sunwoo used to be a bad student in high school.”
You aren’t surprised, gesturing for him to continue.
“Skipped school, failed tests, got in a lot of fights. But it was all for his mom. She was sick, and sunwoo was out doing jobs to make money and support the family. His dad's been gone for a while...”
You stay silent.
“But she was the one who helped him out of it, changed him. That’s how you met the Sunwoo we know today. Even if it was only friendly intentions, I think that was why Sunwoo was so stuck on her. Except when she started dating this other guy, I don’t know why he stayed by her side without making a move for so long.”
There’s a brief moment for everything to sink in.
“He’s scared,” you speak up. Jacob watches you with raised eyebrows.
“He’s scared that she’ll reject him, and he would lose her as a friend.”
Jacob laughs, causing you to tilt your head in confusion.
“But not with you, y/n. You’re special. He seems so different around you. Sunwoo’s liked the same girl for so long, he probably didn’t know how to act around a new person he found interest in -especially one like you who compliments him so well.”
You choke. “Compliment him??” No way.
He nods eagerly, “I’ve never seen sunwoo so-“
“Never seen me so what?”
Your head jerks toward the sound of said person’s voice.
“Never seen you so drunk,” you retort.
Sunwoo squints down at you, keeping a mental picture of your innocent stare looking back up at him in his mind.
While everyone orders, you whisper to sunwoo.
“Are you gonna steal my order this time too?”
He recoils before shooting a glare back.
“No,” he says indignantly, “I’m getting something way better than yours. And if yours is good, then I’ll just steal some.”
You raise your fork up as a threat. “If you even look anywhere near my plate, I’ll make sure you won’t get to eat.”
As you two engage in a fierce staring contest, the rest of the boys watch on, sharing knowing looks.
ꔫ
The food’s good. No wonder they like to come here.
Your attention is taken away by a gasping Sunwoo, mouth open you think in an attempt to cool his burning tongue.
You glance at him, unimpressed. “You have food all over your mouth.”
“What?” he rasps back, huffing and puffing air.
“Idiot,” you reply, throwing a napkin at his face.
“Ow,” he whines.
“I think it stabbed me in the eye.”
“The napkin???”
“Yes, you threw it into my face! It totally cut my eyeball.”
You scoff, turning towards him. “You’re so dramatic.”
“I’m serious! It hurts,” sunwoo complains, “can you look at it?”
You’re sure it’s perfectly fine because he’s holding his eye wide open right in front of you, but just to appease him, you lean in closer to examine his face.
Squinting, you mutter, “Seriously sunwoo, I don’t see any sort of-“
Click!
Both of your heads whip toward the sound. Changmin? giggles evilly, eyes focused on the screen in front of him.
Sunwoo groans again, but he’s cut off.
“Yah, don’t get all worked up. I’ll send the picture to you later, no need to worry!”
You’ve given up at this point. Sunwoo has too.
When the torturous dinner finally comes to an end, you were exhausted. This was supposed to be some enjoyable alone time at a great restaurant with great food and definitely no sunwoo, but life doesn’t like you.
At least his friends were super cool. You found yourself getting along quite nicely with them.
And you also got more insight into sunwoo’s past. It was odd to hear about his past self. It makes you think about your life, what you’ve been doing all this time...
“I can take you home,” sunwoo offers.
“No-!” You quickly respond. “Sorry, I’ve had enough of people. Not you specifically, just people in general.”
He shrugs, “whatever suits you.”
And you’re left alone with thoughts. And unknown feelings. About him.
ꔫ
Melon or banana?
The grocery mart just has too many flavors to choose from, and you don’t have enough freezer space to buy it all.
Humming happily, you place your selected choice into the cart, continuing forward.
When you turn, a mother and son come into view, their back’s facing you as they shop together. It makes you smile at the cute view.
As you stroll past them, you freeze. No way. That voice?
Right as you stopped, the lady turns her shopping cart absentmindedly, causing it to knock into yours with a clang.
“Oh my! Goodness, I’m sorry about that.”
“Mom! Watch where you’re pushing the cart. You know what, just let me do it. It’s getting heavy.”
He turns to you. “Sorry again... you!??!”
You awkwardly turn towards them, failing to muster a smile.
His mom looks between the two of you before a delighted smile appears.
“You know her, sunwoo?” He nods reluctantly.
“And she’s a girl???” she says suggestively to sunwoo, elbowing him hard in the ribs. It takes everything in him to hold back a wince- still not having completely recovered yet from the last time you saw him.
She eagerly holds her hand out to you, and you quickly take it, bowing.
“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Kim.”
She guffaws in the middle of the aisle, one arm on Sunwoo to balance herself in the middle of her excitement.
“What a kind and polite girl!”
“Sunwoo,” she mutters, “you found an even better one!”
He can’t even muster any sort of response.
Sunwoo tries, he really does, taking her arm and forcing her to continue on, whispering fiercely to just leave!!
But his mom is a fighter -a good one. She yanks his grip off her, threatening him harshly before turning back to you with a lovely smile.
The duality though, you think.
His mom suddenly gasps, making sunwoo brace himself, sighing ‘what now...’
“Y/n! Is it okay if I call you that?” You nod.
Clapping her hands together, she says excitedly, “You should come over to our house!”
Sunwoo protests at the speed of light, but she shuts him up with a hand.
“We were buying ingredients to cook dinner tonight! You should join us!! That is if you’re not busy??” Her eyes sparkle.
From behind her, you watch a frantic sunwoo do everything in his power for you to decline.
Unfortunately for him, you have absolutely no plans for tonight.
“I would love to, Mrs. Kim.”
Sunwoo thinks his soul has officially left his body.
His mom laughs bashfully, taking your hand and going off together deeper into the store, deeper into sunwoo’s pain.
It was pretty early on you decided that you really liked his mother. Or, auntie, as she forced you to call her.
And it’s quite obvious she loves you too, much to sunwoo’s shock and disgust.
ꔫ
She opens the door to their apartment, ushering you in.
It’s quite a nice place, a small and lovely house.
“Your home is really beautiful, Mrs- um-auntie.”
Sunwoo’s mother laughs again, placing a hand over her chest.
“You are such a sweet girl. Sunwoo will show you around while I prepare the food!” she finishes with a glare in his direction.
Perking up, you glance around. “Where’s your room?”
Sunwoo gives up, sighing and beckoning you to follow him. He guides you down a hallway, past two doors to the end where a final door stands -you’re guessing that it opens to his room.
“What are the other two doors?”
“Bathroom, and my sister's room.”
You raise your eyebrows. “You have a sister?” He nods, “younger.”
Opening the door, you’re shocked at the neatness. It’s a nice and simple room.
“Wow, I wasn’t expecting such a clean room.”
He snorts in response, slumping down into a chair.
Finally alone, you start your attack. “Troublemaker?”
He grunts.
“How come I didn’t know you weren’t such a troublemaker with your mother? You literally turn into a softie next to her.”
“Whatever. I’m not always the best person, but I’m a good son,” he snaps.
You may be teasing him, but on the inside, you soften at how well he takes care of his mother. He must’ve had a hard time working for the family since he was young...
You glance around before your eyes focus on a giant bag of.... juices??
“What,” you start, “What are these?”
“Oh,” he looks in your direction. “Vitamin juices. It has a lot of health benefits.”
You’re suddenly quiet, your voice low. “Kim sunwoo.... collects and hoards juice?”
He moves, uncomfortable at the sudden change of tone. “Yeah??”
And that for some reason that causes you to lose it. A hand clamped over your mouth, you almost can’t even support your own legs as giggles erupt from your body.
Sunwoo thinks it lasts for a much longer time than it should have.
“Why is it so funny to you that I like to drink juice -healthy juice that’s good for you?”
You have no idea, instead just collapsing onto his bed and rolling over in a fit of laughter.
The only thing he can do is unknowingly smile at your shaking figure and flushed face.
It takes a couple more minutes before you finally calm down, letting out a satisfied smile.
“Your bed’s comfy.”
“Yeah, so maybe you should get off it before it becomes uncomfy.”
You ignore him, does that sentence even make sense?
The photos on his wall catch your attention. You suddenly sit up, carefully taking one off that caught your eye.
“Is this you and her? Wait- that’s what you looked like in high school?”
You save a mental image of young sunwoo in your head. This could be great blackmail...
He hisses at your comments, reaching over and trying to snatch it away.
“Stop looking at my old photos-!”
Laughing delightedly, you avoid his grabby hands, holding the photo as far away as you can.
Sunwoo growls, reaching as far over you as he can to take it back.
“Aha!” he yells triumphantly once his fingers make contact with the picture. But sadly for him, he loses his balance over the bed and falls.
On top of you.
His hand fortunately catches him, planting softly right by your head.
The sound of your laughter is cut short, and you can only stare up at him.
Your breath hitches at the close proximity, noticing his legs on either side of yours. Did your heart just skip a beat?
And the fact that he’s just staring down at you so you’re trapped doesn’t help at all.
“Hey, sunwoo! Mom wants you to-“
Both of your heads turn toward the voice.
“.... is that Y/n?”
“Sis?”
Sunwoo’s sister blinks, staring at the position you both were in. “Well then.” She simply closes the door behind her.
“Wait no. It’s not-“ you give up in the middle of speaking.
There’s an awkward silence-you could almost hear the crows cawing in the background.
“So are you gonna get off me or?”
Sunwoo snaps out of his daze. “Right, yeah, sorry.” He wordlessly moves off to sit next to you on the bed.
Coughing, you stare at the ground. “So she’s your-?”
“Yep. My little sister.”
“But,” he frowns, “how did she know your name?”
“Because we know each other?”
He glances at you. “Huh? How?”
You only shrug suspiciously. “Secret. But I didn’t know you two were related...”
Sunwoo makes a face, confused, but the noise outside gets your attention.
“Dinner’s ready!! Come eat!!” his mother’s shout echoes through the walls.
ꔫ
“You’re so lucky to have a mother to cook such good food for you.”
Sunwoo looks down at his bowl. “Yeah, I know.”
His mother smiles at you, asking curiously, “what about your family, y/n?”
You swallow before speaking. “Oh, they live farther away. I came here to dance, so I don’t really see them often.”
She gasps. “You poor thing, living out here all alone. Come over whenever you want, okay?”
Sunwoo opens his mouth to respond but decides to just close it. You smile and nod gratefully, feeling a lot more at ease.
When you finally finish eating, sunwoo’s eager to guide you out -even though you disregard his attempts so you can charm his mother even more.
The number of times during the dinner his mother has hinted at the two of you being a couple and the number of times sunwoo has denied that there was anything at all were too many to count.
And then he eventually gets you to leave, shutting the door close once and for all.
Sunwoo almost collapses, making exaggerated sounds of exhaustion and relief.
He sprawls out on the living room floor, completely tuning out his mother’s complaints about his manners and whatnot.
But as he lays there, he can only think about his heart. Why does it do that? Whenever you look at his mom with such tender eyes. When you’re acting so kind and respectful, but still being yourself. Eyes crinkling when someone says anything remotely funny.
Why does his heart stir so much when you spare even a glance at him?
ꔫ
After that, you get extremely busy. Upcoming dance competitions and events take up most of your day.
That leads to barely any rest for you since you’re constantly in and out of the studio, practicing, practicing, and more practicing.
You’d be lucky to even get 4 hours of sleep a day.
But the one night you can finally close your eyes for maybe a solid 5 or 6 hours, (you were so excited you even leaped into bed) your fucking phone rings.
You want to kill whoever is calling you at a deathly time. It was only 1 am, but your sleep is too precious.
At first, you ignore it. But it rings a freakin second time, and now you’re unable to fall back asleep.
Biting your lip harshly, you angrily grab your phone, turning it on to see-
three missed calls from sunwoo?
It’s been a while since you’ve seen him, so you have no idea why he’s calling you and wasting your hard-earned rest.
The phone rings again. Your brain can barely function, but you manage to accept the call.
“What the fuck do you want? My beauty sleep-“
“Are... are you busy?” His voice is quiet, maybe too quiet.
You want to slap him through the phone but alternately just let out a strained huff. “Does it seem-“ but you don’t finish.
Something didn’t seem right. You’re fully awake now.
“Sunwoo? What’s going on?”
There’s a pause before his voice comes through again.
“Can I see you? I’m actually out near your place.”
It takes five minutes for you to get out of bed, throw on a jacket and close the door behind you.
Head whipping from side to side, you search around.
Your palms start to get sweaty even though the night was frigid, cold wind blowing past.
Where is he? His voice....felt off. You could sense it even through the phone.
Briskly walking, you keep looking until you spot him.
Well, Sunwoo was right. He was sitting down alone at a park about 5 minutes away from your apartment.
Your anger rises again as you approach him.
“What the fuck is going on?“
Your feet slow as your voice lowers to a whisper.
“What....what’s wrong?”
You rush over to him, forgetting everything and cupping his face in your warm hands.
Sunwoo looks at you, his red and watery eyes void of any emotion. How long has he been out here?
“Kim sunwoo, you-“
He cuts you off.
“Why does she not like me back?” His voice is soft, shaky. It’s like he doesn’t have enough strength to say it any louder.
Your breath gets caught in your throat, and you swallow. Your mind races, seeking any words to make a sentence, just to say anything.
“Is there something wrong with me? Did I-can she just look at me for once?” his voice cracks. You watch as the tears slowly trickle down his cold cheeks.
His voice lowers to a whisper. “I’ve been her friend for so long, and she never noticed me and all the things I did for her. I waited, and it was too late. Y/n, I tried. I really tried.”
You can hear the cracking of his heart.
When the sobs start, you only hold your breath and wrap your arms around him. You let sunwoo cry into you, even when you so desperately want to cry for him too.
Shutting your eyes, you rub his back comfortingly.
It feels like it’s been an hour. Or a couple, who knows.
And when the cries ultimately slow, you slowly move back, cautiously glancing at him. His swollen eyes and red nose cause your chest to tighten.
You speak in a hushed tone, almost afraid to speak louder as if it’ll make him break.
“How do you feel?”
He laughs a small but painful sound. “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have called you out at this time. I can tell you’re exhausted. Just leave and get some sleep.”
You’re frustrated. You don’t want to be, especially not right now, but the feeling crawls all over you, uncomfortable and itchy.
You stand up, staring into him with fierce eyes. “Stop worrying about me. Stop worrying about others. You always look out for everyone else but yourself. Can’t you see that you’re hurting, and I just want to help?”
You regret saying that almost immediately, sinking down onto the bench next to him. The only sound is his occasional sniffles and coughs.
Sunwoo’s shocked. But he tries not to show it.
Instead, he stares at the trees. The streetlights. And eventually you.
“You’re right.” You jump slightly when he speaks up.
“As usual,” he chuckles.
“So thank you for coming here. I don’t know what was going on with me. I think I was just going through a lot and needed to let it out.”
You’re still not looking at him, but your hand inches over slowly to cover his. Surprisingly, he accepts the warmth.
No words are exchanged, but it’s enough. A silent apology. A silent sense of comfort.
A bout of laughter across the street gets your attention. It’s just an annoying couple, you think.
But... it’s not just any annoying couple. No. Are you serious?
Their voices fly over the wind, going in one ear and out the other. “Wait a second. Is that sunwoo over there?”
He tenses, eyes frantically looking at you. You immediately understand.
It’s happened many times to you- how embarrassing and humiliating it is to get caught crying. Even when crying is supposed to be a normal and natural thing. And then comes the hilarious made-up explanation behind the whole waterworks.
You can’t imagine how it must be for sunwoo.
The sound of their footsteps come closer.
You scoot closer to him.
Thump.
Your hand slowly reaches out. He doesn’t move, almost as if entranced by your actions.
Thump.
Sunwoo watches, confused as your hand guides his head, burying him into your shoulder and efficiently blocking anyone’s view of his crying face.
Thump.
“Pretend to be asleep,” you murmur.
He closes his eyes, inhaling your familiar scent.
“Oh! It’s you again!”
You smile awkwardly at sunwoo’s crush, even though you kinda want to scream at her for causing him so much pain.
Then your gaze shifts to him. You’ve never seen her ex before, only hearing stories from sunwoo. So this is him...
“Hello. I’m afraid we’ve never met before? You seem close to sunwoo.”
“Oh, my name is y/l/n y/n. I’ve heard a lot about you. Why... why are you two out so late?”
They exchange looks. “We were just hanging out, and lost track of time, haha. You know...” she laughs. “And you two? I see he’s asleep. Sunwoo was always sleeping in class..”
You feel him just barely move.
You grimace and give a small smile. “Ha, sunwoo here was drinking and fell asleep. That reminds me, I should probably get him home. It’s late, so you guys should go too.”
You don’t know, but they see the loving way you look down at sunwoo, pretending to shake him awake to leave.
When he only groans in response, you curse him. What a sneaky little.....
Biting the inside of your cheek, you can barely haul sunwoo up, placing his arm around your shoulder. Didn’t know you were so good at acting, troublemaker.
They move to help you, but you quickly and aggressively protest, groaning as you weakly step forward.
“Well,” you barely get out, “it was nice to meet you. Maybe we can meet again under better circumstances,” you wheeze.
Once you make sure they’re out of sight, you drop him onto the ground, gasping for air.
“You couldn’t have even helped a little?”
His still red eyes and small pout make you soften.
“Come on, I’ll walk you home.”
His voice is quiet but still teasing. “Why? So you can find out where I live, stalker?”
You roll your eyes. “Okay. I’m going then.”
“Wait.” He grabs your wrist. “That was a joke. I want you to take me.”
You fight against the ends of your mouth that want to curl up. “Fine... only since I don’t want you running into them again.”
When he randomly takes your hand, enlacing your fingers together, you keep silent. It stays like the for the whole walk, peaceful and tranquil. It makes you think of that time he offered to walk you home from that creepy date. How different it seems now...
Once you arrive, he lets go of your hand normally like he always does it or something. But you still miss the snugness.
“How you’re gonna get home?”
“Walk. Why? You know I can take care of myself.”
He smiles, the first one you’ve seen today. “Yeah. I know.”
Before you leave, you inhale. “Cheer up, alright? It makes me feel weird, seeing you so down. Get some sleep, trouble.”
After making sure he gets in safely, welcomed by a worried eric, you start the cold and lonely journey home.
ꔫ
Once you finally arrive, truly exhausted from the night’s(day’s?) events, you lay in bed and contemplate.
Why does your heart hurt so much for him?
Why do you even care?
You take out your phone, opening it to sunwoo’s profile photo, the cute pout on his face along with your scarf blindfolding his eyes makes you smile.
It takes a little bit of thinking-staring at the ceiling and searching your brain for possibly hours, but the answer finally appears. Even when you don’t want it, trying to push the thought out and bury it so deep you can’t breathe, it echoes in your brain, loud and clear.
How?
No, this isn’t possible. He-I’ve known him for less than a year.
I... I can’t.
You feel suffocated underneath the blankets, doing anything to stop the flow of your thoughts, feelings.
The one thing you can do is force yourself to pass out, to escape the hurricane of emotions.
ꔫ
And just like that, you disappear from sunwoo’s life. For a couple of weeks. It was, sadly to report, very much boring and bleak.
It was harder than you realized. To shut someone out. Someone like him.
Luckily, your upcoming dance performances took most of your day, so the only time he was able to sneak into your mind was during the dark of nights and the peak of dawn.
First, it was ignoring the messages. You wondered how people could simply ghost someone else so easily.
But you had to. Because you knew he liked someone else. Because you shouldn’t be like this, whatever this is, with him.
You did it for yourself. And him. Even when everything about him was confusing.
Kim sunwoo was a troublemaker. One you met months ago with a strong one-sided crush. And you wanted to help him win her heart.
Now, you couldn’t even look at Sunwoo. You didn’t want to, not wishing to know what would happen if you looked into his eyes. What words would spill out of your mouth, words you didn’t even know the truth to yet.
Second was avoiding him at any cost. Especially when he came to your dance studio, obviously looking for you and only you. (it was a whole mess sneaking out from his sight)
And once again, fate loves to mix things up and make you spot sunwoo with his crush down the street. Holding hands.
You go home with mixed emotions and a missing appetite.
The sad thing is, you can’t tell if you miss him or not.
ꔫ
One evening, just as colorless as the nights before, you go out for a walk.
You always went later than most to avoid human contact with others. But fate plays a trick again, so you’re not alone this time.
“I found you.”
Your feet come to a halt. Or maybe it wasn’t fate this time...
“Why have you been avoiding me?”
“I’m not avoiding you, sunwoo.” Funny how you suddenly have the urge to run away after saying that.
He looks tired, stressed-like he can’t find the answer to any of his homework questions (but you know he probably didn’t even do his homework in school).
“So ignoring my calls and texts aren’t considered avoiding? And running away whenever you see me in person too?”
You mess with the ends of your hair. “Why were you looking for me?”
Sunwoo sighs and starts walking, you know he’s waiting for you to join. Hesitating, you finally move to his side, deciding to stare at the ground -your feet, his feet, anywhere but him.
“I came to tell you something,” He starts.
You gulp, nodding for him to say it.
“I confessed to my crush. She was... really surprised. But I still asked her to give me a chance, to please think of me as a guy and not a friend. Just three dates with me. And then she could see how she felt at the end.”
Why do you suddenly want to vomit?
You find looking anywhere but at sunwoo or near his direction comfortable. The amount of effort it took for you to find your voice was funny. “Oh. Good for you.” (unlike your tone that doesn’t sound too pleased)
“...How was it? Did she decide to return your feelings back in the end?”
“No. We never finished all three. After the second, I realized it was a waste of time and quit.”
He stops walking, making you stop as well.
This man messes with your mind too much. You snort. “What are you talking about? How could it be a waste of time when you finally got to go on a true date with your crush since high school, sunwoo?”
“Because I kept thinking of something else. Someone else.”
You’re extremely confused, not able to comprehend anything. Sunwoo suddenly looks at you with such conviction you almost take a step back.
“Is... there something wrong?”
“I wished it was you, instead. Instead of her next to me. Even on the very first date, I was only thinking of you.”
Your brain -it just doesn’t work anymore. You’re looking at him, standing in front of you -but somehow you still can’t see him. What?
“I like you, y/n.”
Your mind is reeling, adrenaline rising.
No, he’s confessing to the wrong person.
Is this a good or bad feeling? I don’t know...
Sunwoo doesn’t notice your reaction, too shy and focusing on the trees instead of your face.
“I realized it when we stopped meeting. That I missed your company .”
Your voice is quiet. “Suddenly?”
He scratches the back of his neck. “Yes, but you’ve always been in my head. I just didn’t want to admit it because she was in there for so long. I didn’t want to give her up, and I didn’t want to move on. But then I met you, and suddenly I wasn’t missing her so much.”
You swallow, preparing to say something in return, but sunwoo quickly speaks up a second time, hand on his chest.
“But-! Uh, you’re not a replacement for her. It’s different. How I feel. I really do like you.”
Sunwoo doesn’t know how you snuck your way into his heart, letting him breathe fresh air and become anew. He’s only ever liked one person for so long -kept space for only her deep in his heart, that’s why he couldn’t figure out it was you who stole it.
He repeats the confession, this time sounding more confident and assertive.
When you don’t say anything back, he begins panicking. Was I wrong? Did I only assume-?
“Sunwoo,” you start, looking at him uncertainly.
“Don’t get me wrong, I think I could like you too..”
Sunwoo doesn’t get his hopes up just yet, waiting for the catch. There’s always one.
“But maybe we should wait. Give each other a little space and time apart, I mean. For you to completely get over her and for me to figure and sort everything out. I think that would be best for us,” you finish in a whisper.
You’re scared. At his reaction -his current thoughts.
“Okay.”
You quickly look up at him, startled.
There’s a strange easy and light smile on his face. “I get it. I’ll wait for you. I’ve done a lot of waiting, so I can do it for a little more.”
Your heart almost breaks when he says that, but you know it’s for the best.
Just give me some time, please.
ꔫ
When you said a little space, you didn’t mean two days.
And you sure weren’t expecting him to show up at your dance studio.
“Sunwoo? What are you doing here???”
“Ah, well, l thought we could just walk home together. I-I’ll walk you home, I mean..”
Your whole body aches, and you feel a tiny bit annoyed, but you still can’t find it in your heart to reject him. And so sunwoo takes you back home.
After that day, he would go almost everytime to pick you up whenever you had dance practice. Sometimes you would go with him, and sometimes you wouldn’t. (but 98% of the time you couldn’t reject him). Maybe you felt a little bad, but sunwoo seemed so happy and excited whenever he saw you, you just couldn’t not go with him.
You still had plenty of moments apart. Sunwoo would only ever walk you home and chat, the occasional grabbing food and drinks on the way back. (You didn’t consider them big enough to be dates-not yet, at least.)
Every time he would wait and stand in the waiting room, a bunch of the other dancers would be either fangirling over him or teasing you two whenever you came out to meet him.
You totally did not feel that wave of jealousy after seeing all of the staring girls. But you were very satisfied to see the looks on their faces when sunwoo would ignore them and go straight to you.
And you won’t lie -it felt nice. To have sunwoo waiting for you every day, even though you could reject him at any moment.
You would never.
Even though technically you two were on a ‘break that wasn’t really considered a break’, your time alone was mostly taken up by the upcoming dance show.
It was just a little showcase. But of course, sunwoo insisted on going.
You were the most nervous you’ve ever been -the most nervous sunwoo had ever seen you. It had been a while since you last performed, and for some reason, you felt so different preparing this time around, which is why you basically lived at the studio for a month.
The day of the show finally arrives, and you want to pull your own hair out. Sunwoo was only able to see you briefly before you were dragged along to rehearsals, and in that short time, he shot you a thumbs up, and you sent a small, extremely nervous smile back.
When your name was called, and you walked onto the stage, heart almost bursting out of your chest, somehow you were able to find sunwoo in the crowd.
It lasted for a second, but you were able to capture his excited but still reassuring eyes cheering you on, the clapping and yells coming from his mouth.
And that’s how you were able to perform beautifully, dance to the greatest extent. The feeling of fulfillment when you finished along with the immediate applause and sunwoo’s loud hollers sparked something inside.
That could be why you didn’t care. Didn’t care about jumping off the stage and running over to sunwoo, the shocked look on his face making you laugh.
But he still holds his arms out, and you basically fly into them.
Sunwoo lets out a grunt, holding you tight as you laugh and bury your face into his shoulder.
He pulls back, eyes sparkling. “You did amazing. I’m so proud of you.”
You're unable to form any words back, only able to stare into his eyes.
His face is a lot closer than you realized...
You can feel your heartrate rising again.
Sunwoo leans in, you think? and your eyes close even though you’re not sure what’s even going on.
“Y/n!!! Great job!!”
You snap out of your daze, turning around to see who it was.
Sunwoo curses the random guy -he thinks it’s the director of the show or whatever. He doesn’t care at all for the person that rudely interrupted your moment together.
And when you follow the director after, totally distracted with the aftermath of the show and leaving sunwoo behind, he can only pout.
Maybe next time...
ꔫ
You finally got to sleep. Properly. The show left in the back of your head, set there as a significant memory to stay forever.
After you start getting back into the groove of normal dance practices, Sunwoo comes to pick you up as usual.
But today was not a usual day.
“Sorry Sunwoo, I have someone to meet today. Maybe Thursday?”
You frown at his obviously fallen face. Hopping in front of him, you pout cutely.
“Don’t be sad, I’ll see you soon. And we can get food too!”
He stands there, frozen.
Checking the time, you realize ‘shit-you’re gonna be late.’
“Bye, sunwoo. Don’t forget Thursday!!” You wave goodbye, running along.
Sunwoo gives five minutes to compose himself. Even though he desperately wants to fall on the ground and roll in agony from what you did to his heart, he simply breathes in, out.
He’s for sure disappointed he isn’t able to walk you home, but after that cute act.... sunwoo thinks he can let it go. Only for today.
The mysterious place you were supposed to be at was a cafe. (a nice one with also great reviews online.) You run in, lighting up when you spot the person you invited out.
“Hi! How have you been?”
You offer a small smile. “Doing well. And you?
Sunwoo’s- well, you suppose former crush now- beams. “Good! What about sunwoo? I-uh, haven’t seen him recently.” The knowing look in her eye makes you nervously laugh.
“He’s fine too. I didn’t tell him about our meeting today. Did you?”
“Oh, no- don’t worry. It’s a secret between us!”
You’re pleased, but the reason you asked to meet was not for small talk.
“Well, I’m not sure if you know the reason I asked you out here..”
She nods, waiting.
“But basically, I knew about Sunwoo’s longtime crush on you. The funny thing is, I was actually trying to help him win you over... but that obviously did not happen.”
She bursts out laughing, and eventually, you join in too.
“Wow, I’m sorry,” her tone turns more serious.
“But yeah. I was... really shocked, to say the least. That he liked me. I honestly never thought of him like that, and I’m guessing you know about the dates that we went on then?”
You nod sheepishly.
“That was also really strange for me. It was just a lot, you know? And my ex also came back from overseas -you met him that one time. So there was just a lot of feelings going on all at once.”
She takes your hand, squeezing it gently.
“And even though I don’t like sunwoo that way, I’m glad that you’re here for him. I can tell you two really like each other. Even though it wasn’t your original intentions.”
Those words strangely comfort you. Like the chained truth you already knew was finally released.
“I don’t mean to pry,” you start, “but what’s up with you and your ex then? I saw you two were out and around together?”
You don’t fail to notice her reddening cheeks. “Ah, about that... He just came back so suddenly... and right as I got over him. but we’re spending more time together, and ugh, I don’t know.”
The smile on her face says otherwise. It makes you smile as well.
“I wish you luck, then.”
“And I wish you luck with sunwoo too!”
You weren’t expecting to gain a new friendship that day as well.
ꔫ
Now that everything seemed cleared and out of the air, you had more time.
To think. Reflect. Focus on what your ideal life is like.
Is it one that includes Kim Sunwoo? Waking up next to him, having the ability to make fun of him 24/7, being able to press your lips onto his whenever, wherever?
And when the answer finally comes, it’s another sunny afternoon with Sunwoo waiting for you after class.
The day was nice. And you feel nice too, strangely happy. He notices.
“What’s got you looking so upbeat for? Is it seeing my face?”
“No,” you happily respond, laughing at his offended face.
“It’s nothing. Let’s just go to the park.”
He’s confused but smiling as well.
“Okay. How was your day?”
You chat along the walk to the park.
“-did I make you wait long? What time did you get to the studio?”
He frowns, taking the phone out of his pocket to check the time. Your legs stop working when you see what his lock screen is.
“Sunwoo?”
He grunts.
“Is your lock screen... a picture of us?”
He fiddles with the back of his neck. “Oh, yeah. Changmin sent that picture of us at the restaurant to me, and then I-uh changed it.”
You try, oh so hard, to fight that bashful smile attempting to break free on your face. Thank goodness sunwoo was walking a few steps ahead.
ꔫ
When you arrive, sunwoo finds a bench, and you plop down next to him with a content sigh, staring at the view.
You purposely picked this park because of its location, higher up so it overlooked the city. It was peaceful and beautiful, above all the commotion.
“You know Sunwoo, I think I found what I want to do.”
He looks at you, curious. “Which is?”
“I want to dance.”
“But you already do that?”
“Yes, you’re right. But I also want to teach others too. Like a dance instructor. That day when I taught you that routine was fun.”
“Are you sure it wasn’t fun because you were with me?” You flick him playfully.
“What about you then? Did you ever meet up with your ex-crush after that whole mess?”
Sunwoo scoffs, looking down. “It wasn’t a mess...” he mumbles.
“No... it was,” you wish to say, but your lips remain zipped.
“But yeah. We made up. I’m glad that she’s still my friend and our relationship is better now. To be honest, I think I’ve known since the beginning that she never liked me that way. I just was too scared and prideful to admit it.”
“Well, isn’t that a good thing?” His eyebrow quirks up at your words.
“What do you mean?”
“That you never stopped liking her.”
He looks at you, truly confused.
“Because you got to meet me.“
You expect him to retort back with something mocking back but he actually looks down at his shoes, smiling. “Yeah, you’re right.”
You lean back on the bench, relaxed and peaceful.
“Anyways, what about you? Did you find a passion or dream you wanna pursue?”
“Actually, I did.”
You sit up. “Really?”
He suddenly looks shy. “I kinda want to get into producing. Music.”
You look at him, interested.
“After we met up at your dance place, it made me think of my old trainee life.”
You cut him off. “Wait- I never asked why you quit being a trainee.”
“Oh. I just fell out of it. Being an idol just didn’t seem like it was for me anymore. But after seeing you reach your dancing dreams, it made me inspired. I started writing lyrics and rapping again for fun. Then I realized I really liked it. And producing music was always a hobby,” Sunwoo continues to ramble on.
You listen with a soft smile. And he eventually notices, stopping his tangent. “What is it?”
Smile growing, you tilt your head to the side and state, “I support you. You should totally do it.”
Sunwoo feels warmth bloom in his chest. Another reason for him to fall in love with you even more. Yes, he was sure that he loved you. But sunwoo didn’t want to say it just yet.
He was waiting for you.
“Thank you, y/n.”
You nod, suddenly picking at your fingers distractedly.
“But I don’t know... I think right now I just really want to go out with you, Kim Sunwoo.”
He chokes on air, looking around almost as if to make sure this is actually reality before taking your hand. “What-no. Are you serious?”
“Yes. Let’s go on a date.”
You say it so casually he thinks he must’ve misheard you or whatever. But he didn’t.
For you, it just happened. The night before you were laying in bed, and he just popped up in your dream. A wonderful dream that was like your ideal life came true-even when sunwoo appeared you didn’t question it one bit. A dream where you were able to remember everything fully when you woke up this morning.
And so it was decided. It had to be it, right? You definitely liked the troublemaker Kim Sunwoo.
When you look away at some point, he pumps a fist in the air, elated and barely restraining a yell of happiness.
You turn around. “Are you alright?”
He quickly straightens up. “Yep. Good. Just fine. Doing great, actually.”
You smile, eyes crinkling. “Okay.”
But you couldn’t suppress the feeling,
-of hunger. Today was a long practice, and you needed energy.
“Sunwoo, let’s go. I’m hungry.” You take his arm, trying to pull him up.
He easily gets up, adjusting his hold on your hand. But you don’t mind.
This has to be a dream right? Sunwoo thinks. The happiness he feels from seeing you-a once stranger that he poured all his feelings out to-turn into someone he trusts with his life, his heart.
Walking down the sidewalk together, you speak up.
“Did I make you wait too long?”
He scoffs, free hand raised to his face in a supposedly cool expression. “Nah, if it’s you, I could wait forever.”
You cringe, letting go of his hand in an instant.
He almost immediately protests.
You wanted to shut him up. There was one way that you believed would be very effective. It just took a little preparation.
Gathering the confidence, you kiss him on the cheek, mid-protest.
Sunwoo’s surprised expression makes you laugh. But that laugh is cut short when he suddenly pulls you closer, your noses barely touching.
You can feel your heart pounding- he can probably feel your heart pounding. But it’s okay because his is too.
When he leans in the tiniest amount, your eyes flutter shut, holding your breath and waiting.
Until he starts chuckling softy, and you peek an eye open.
It makes your face heat, the way he stares at you with such adoration, and possibly love?
You huff, turning and beginning to walk away. “If you’re not gonna kiss me, then just leave.”
You hear his protests but also his laughter that echo through your body.
“I didn’t know you were such a baby,” he comments, snatching your hand and spinning you around once more so his arms can encompass you.
His eyes bore into yours, occasionally flicking down to your mouth and back up again.
Maybe you were just a little impatient, so you lean in, just barely hovering over his lips.
His grip around you tightens. Who’s the baby now?
And then he finally closes the gap, letting his soft lips glide over yours.
It’s just... Sunwoo. All you can see, even with your eyes closed, is him. All you can feel is him. Everything is sunwoo.
And you think you love it.
When you break the kiss reluctantly a couple of seconds later, sunwoo’s eyes flick open, staring back at you indignantly.
“What? Let’s go eat. I said I was hungry.”
“Was this not enough?” he grins cheekily.
You slowly lean into his ear, whispering, “No, it wasn’t.”
You grin at the way he shivers, your warm breath tickling his ear.
“That’s why we’re going to get food now. And you’re paying as usual,” you finish, basking in the fact that Sunwoo is rendered speechless.
You like how your hand easily finds his, fitting perfectly together as you drag him along.
Wherever you go, I’ll go with you.
Wherever you fall, I’ll pick you back up.
Wherever you can’t, I’ll love you instead.
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a/n: if you made it to the end of this, i sincerely applaud and thank you :) after the end of that drama i couldn’t stop my feelings and had to write this but then it kinda turned into a whole fic 🤡
also can’t believe i wrote this much-sunwoo constantly in the brain 😶.
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Just a Thought Away | Owen Patrick Joyner
Request: Could you do a soulmate au with Charlie or Owen, whichever you're more comfortable with, where they can hear each other's thoughts or the music they listen to?
A/N: Made it an Owen one shot since I don’t have many requests for Owen! Hope this is what you expected and you like it! :)
Pairing: Owen Joyner x Fem!reader
Warnings: Very minor swearing
Words: 4,175
Another note: Anything in bold and italics is a thought!
Songs used: Pump It - Black Eyed Peas
Growing up, Y/N’s mother told her these stories about soulmates and how every person on this earth would be assigned a soulmate by their guardian angel at 16. People would be able to hear their thoughts and the songs they were listening to or singing would be playing in their head as though it was just stuck in their head.
Of course, as a child, Y/N used to believe her every word and would be clinging to those words. She’d fantasize about her soulmate and where she’d meet them or what music they’d be into. She’d keep her eyes on every person in Middle School and even High School, trying to see if she could just find them. Not like there would be any physical notabilities, but she liked fantasizing about it.
By the time Y/N turned 16, she had almost forgotten about the whole soulmate thing. Her birthday was months ago and nothing ever happened. She never heard a song play in her head she didn’t know or hadn’t had any thoughts that didn’t belong to her. She was pretty certain all of those soulmate stories her mother told her were fake.
Until July 19th 2016. That’s when she first starts noticing some things. To start off the day, the song ‘Happy Birthday’ is stuck in her mind and it’s not even her birthday or anyone else’s in the family or friend group that could’ve provided that song in her head.
During the afternoon of that day, Y/N suddenly hears a humming in her mind that quickly changes into a full-on made-up song that no one close to her would ever sing.
“Mmh, Cake, cake, I like cake
Cake, cake, I like cake.”
She can’t help but laugh, though. She’d been studying for many hours without taking a break, it’s starting to mess with her brain a little. Y/N’s teachers have been giving so much work lately, she’s nearly drowning in it and it’s far from done. Sophomore year is possibly one of the hardest, in her opinion, and having the need to maintain a social life really doesn’t help with that. She hasn’t been to a party for weeks. She’s starting to crave human contact and dancing and having fun with friends and not sleeping until the sun rises.
Though that last part sounds very appealing when you’re at a party, it doesn’t when you’re in bed and trying to sleep. She’s woken up by loud music thumping in her ears. It sounds almost as though the neighbors are having a party next door, but when she gets up and walks outside the house, she realizes the house next door is completely dark. There’s no movement whatsoever. She must’ve hallucinated, but then why is she still hearing this loud music?
That’s when it dawned on her that the soulmate stories her mother used to tell are real. As a matter of fact, the songs she’d been hearing all day long were the songs her soulmate was listening to or singing. It must’ve been their 16th birthday, which they are now celebrating at a party. She always thought it’d be more fun and romantic to have a soulmate and hear them sing and think, but it’s actually pretty annoying. And it’s only the first day. This is going to be fun.
“Morning, sweetie,” Y/N’s mother greets when she stumbles into the kitchen the next morning. She hasn’t slept one bit. Her soulmate has been partying all night and only got home by 6am, which was two hours ago. “Oh, you look rough! Are you feeling okay?”
“I haven’t slept all night because my stupid soulmate was out partying all night.” Her eyes widen at this, as does her smile. “They turned 16 yesterday, so I guess that’s why I never heard anything yet on my birthday.”
“Oh, yeah! You both need to be 16 before the whole soulmate-thing starts to work,” she informs her daughter and hands a cup of fresh, steaming-hot coffee. “Do you know anything about them yet?” She shakes her head before taking a careful sip from the goddess liquid --as she and her siblings call it.
“No, I kinda thought it was my brain hallucinating from studying so much, so I couldn’t really think of a way to converse with them.” Her head snaps up as an idea crosses her mind. “How do you converse with your soulmate, mom?” She shoots her a tender, relieved smile, happy she can finally properly inform Y/N about it instead of those folklore stories.
“You just think what you wanna ask them and they hear it,” she replies.
“So, if I let my inside voice just yell ‘shut up!’, they’ll hear too?” Her mother chuckles, nodding her head in response. “Good! I ought to try that whenever they’re singing about their cake again.” Her mother laughs at that before leaving her in the kitchen, so she can get ready for work. Her soulmate is seemingly still asleep, which she would’ve been too if it wasn’t for work. Y/N works at a coffee shop on the weekends, just to get some experience and earn a little bit of money for her shopping addiction.
Maybe right now would be a perfect moment to avenge her soulmate for keeping her up all night last night. So, while getting ready, she puts on some music on her laptop. With the volume on maximum, she starts belting the One Direction song along at the top of her lungs.
“You and me got a whole lotta history!” It takes a while before a loud ‘SHUT UP!’ echoes through her mind. A teasing smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she stops singing.
“That’s what you get for keeping me up all night, sweetie” she thinks, hoping it’ll come through. For a moment, she thinks it might not work like that until a boy’s voice floats through her brain.
“Who’s this?” She chuckles, pausing the music and taking a seat at her desk.
“Y/N Y/L/N. Ever heard of those soulmate folklore stories?” She starts doing her make-up whilst waiting for his response.
“Yea, my father used to tell me those. I thought they were fairy tales?”
“So did I. Turns out they’re real!” This feels so weird. “You just turned 16, right?”
“Yeah, yesterday! How’d you know?!” he asks, and it makes her realize he might not be the brightest tool in the shed.
“Because I turned 16 in January and I didn’t hear anything until yesterday…” A silence falls over the conversation. Either it’s not working anymore or he’s digesting all this information.
“You heard me singing to my cake, didn’t you?” he finally asks instead, and Y/N can even hear him chuckle.
“Yep! I thought I was hallucinating because I was studying so hard,” she lets out a chuckle too. “Happy belated birthday, by the way.”
“Oh, thanks! I’m Owen, by the way. Owen Joyner.” She has heard that name before, but she’s got no clue where, though.
Making a mental note to Google it later, she grabs the mascara and adds the finishing touches to her makeup.
“Nice to meet you, Owen. I gotta get going though. Have to be at work in about…” She glances at the clock on her wall, her eyes widening when she sees the time. “Five minutes. See ya! Or… Hear ya?!” She hears Owen chuckle in her mind.
“Yeah, I’ll hear ya,” he says, then a yawn-like sound buzzes through her, giving her the urge to yawn too.
“Sorry for waking you up,” she quickly adds before running out of the house. Her mind’s going over a million excuses as to why she would be late to work, but none of them sound quite plausible. Especially not the truth.
“Go with ‘the neighbors had a party last night and I overslept’-excuse, Y/N,” she hears Owen’s voice again, “Now stop thinking, I wanna sleep!” She chuckles, shaking her head.
“Thanks, Owen. And I wanna sleep too, but I can’t, now can I? Me awake means you awake. Deal with it.” She can even hear a disgruntled groan, meaning he’s probably getting up because her thoughts won’t stop running through his mind.
That night, she figures out he's the Owen Joyner, aka Crispo Powers from “100 things to do before High School”, a TV-show she’d watched almost daily in the last two years. She asks him about that too, and he explains the whole auditioning and filming process and how much fun it was for a first acting gig. He asks about her life too, and the two of them bond over thoughts. This whole soulmate-thing is still very whack. But, to be completely honest, she kind of loves it. It’s like having an angel on your shoulder, telling you what the best option for your dilemma is. Though, most times, Owen is more likely the devil. Which is what Y/N needs most times.
The most fun thing about this whole Soulmate-connection thing, have to be the dance parties the two of them hold at night, unless she has to get to work the following day and Owen won’t stop singing at the top of his lungs. One night, he was singing Pump It by the Black Eyed Piece at 3am. She’d groaned at first, hoping that’ll subtly tell him to shut up, but it didn’t work at all. He just kept rapping the verses, keeping Y/N awake and annoyed.
“Come on, baby, do it”
She decides to finally give in, knowing he’s not going to stop until she starts singing along. So, she sits up straight in her bed, and belts the lyrics at the very top of her lungs, not even caring about anyone in the house hearing.
“La-da-di-dup-dup die dy
On the stereo
Let those speakers blow your mind”
“Blow my mind, baby”
She chuckles at his interruption.
“To let it go, let it go
Here we go
La-da-di-dup-dup die dy”
“C'mon, we're there”
“On the radio
The system is gonna feel so fine”
He stops singing then and a silence falls over the both of them. Y/N can’t lie, in the past couple of years as she’d grown closer to him, spending every waking -- and sleeping -- moment together, she’d started developing some feelings for Owen Patrick Joyner too. It’s ridiculous because she’d never seen him in real life. She knows everything about him and she knows what he looks like, but she doesn’t know what his hugs feel like, or what his cologne smells like.
“You’re a great singer, Y/N,” he finally breaks the silence, “I’m gonna let you sleep now, kay? Good night, baby girl.” Of all the pet names he’d given her so far, Baby Girl, Princess and Gorgeous were her favorites. All of them with a platonic tendency, though, much to her dismay.
“Good night, O-bear,” she whispers back before tucking herself into bed again.
Then finally, in 2019, Owen and a couple of people from the cast and crew of Julie and The Phantoms, his latest project Y/N was most excited about, decided to make a trip to New York City, her hometown. To say she’s excited would be the understatement of the year. She’d finally be able to hug him and talk to him properly and show him around her hometown and get to know the rest of the cast she’d heard so much about.
But among the excitement also hides a little bit of nerves. After years of talking to him by just thinking, she’d finally see him in real life. What if things get awkward? What if it’s not what she expects? What if he’s only so beautiful in her mind?
Y/N is walking around the coffee shop, wiping down tables and jumping up every time a new customer enters, thinking it’s Owen. He knows where she works on the weekends, and promised to find her there the minute he’d gotten settled in his hotelroom.
“Ooh, pretty girl over there.” Her stomach churns as she hears his thoughts. He forgets about the whole soulmate-connection thing sometimes and just lets it out unfiltered. She knows he doesn’t like her the same way she likes him, and he’s allowed to look at other girls and think they’re pretty, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. “All around the world pretty girls,” he sings the famous Britney Song. “Mostly at coffee shops, yeah I’m talking about you, pretty girl.” A soft rap on the window next to Y/N makes her snap out of her focus on Owen’s voice. When she looks up, there’s a tall, blonde man waving at her through the glass with the biggest smile on his face. A flutter erupts in her stomach whilst her mouth involuntarily curls up into the widest smile she’d ever managed.
She gestures at him to come in and hastily makes her way to the door herself. The second he walks inside, she launches herself into his arms. Wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, she holds him tight and inhales the smell of his cologne. He smells of the most divine combination of spearmint and musk. Just as she’d imagined him smelling like.
“I can’t believe this,” she hears him think, which makes her chuckle.
“You know you can actually talk to me right now, right?” she tells him, pulling away slightly so she can look at his face. There’s a slight stubble growing on his cheeks and chin, and his eyes look even prettier in real life than on a phone screen.
“Right, yeah,” he chuckles, Y/N’s new favorite sound in the world. “Old habits die hard.” She smiles down at him whilst the two of them just stare at each other, basking in the fact they’re finally meeting. “She’s even prettier up close.” YN/ blushes at the compliment, and combes her fingers through his hair. “Oh, fuck, you heard that. Sorry!”
“It’s cool. You’re pretty up close too.” This makes him chuckle. The whole thing is still bat-shit crazy. Both of them have gotten weird commentary whenever they told friends and family how they communicate with their soulmate. Most people just start texting and calling when they find their soulmate, but they didn’t. This whole new way of conversing was way too much fun, though a little annoying at times. And especially now that they’re in the same place together, it’s even more fun because no one else knows they’re talking to each other.
A soft cough behind Owen causes Y/N to snap back into reality. Peeking behind the boy’s head, there are three other guys, staring at the scene with wide smiles playing at their lips. Two of them are about the same age as them, but the other one is older. Older but very, very famous. Y/N herself is a big fan of his work. The legend, Kenny Ortega himself.
“You might wanna introduce me to your friends over there,” she tells her best friend. Owen takes a quick peek behind him, realizing he’d forgotten about his friends that had come along with him to meet the infamous Y/N. He puts the girl down on her feet again before turning to the three men.
“Guys, this is Y/N Y/L/N. Gorgeous, these are Jeremy, Charlie, and Kenny.” He points to each of them when their respective names are called. Y/N offers them a wave and smile, not sure if she should go straight in for the hug like she’d done with Owen.
“It’s nice to finally meet you, Y/N,” says Kenny as he opens his arms and embraces the girl. Said girl is now completely starstruck in a way she’d never been before, and she’d met a few of her favorite actors or artists. None of them made her feel this way.
“You too, Kenny,” she manages to bring out when they pull apart, “Big fan of your work!” All she’s hoping right now is that she doesn’t sound too creepy.
“You’re all good, Princess. Breathe.” Owen’s voice calms her down just in time for Charlie to engulf her into a hug too, and then Jeremy does the same.
“Why don’t you guys take a seat, and I’ll make you some coffee before I’m off for today?” she suggests, and after hums of assent, the girl takes their orders and gets back to work. “There you go,” she mumbles as she places the coffees on the table and then distributes them correctly before sliding into the booth next to Owen. “So, what are your plans for today?” she asks.
“Just some touristy bits,” Charlie replies with a shrug, “Any recommendations for us?” Y/N thinks about it for a while, knowing Owen can hear her thoughts.
“Why don’t you come along?” Owen’s voice echoes through your brain.
“Why don’t I take you guys around to the best spots no tourist will ever find?” she suggests, earning a thankful smile from Owen. “I think I knew a few places I could take you to?” All three other men agree to your suggestion. So, after you all finish your coffees and you’ve given them your employer’s discount, the five of you leave the coffee shop and hit the streets of New York City.
“This is where I proposed to Care!” Jeremy exclaims excitedly as you’re sharing a couple stories from your childhood in Central Park. The guys have told a little more about their own lives, too, so Y/N felt comfortable enough to talk so freely and unfiltered about her own childhood, not noticing the way Owen melts at how adorable she looks being so excited about her childhood memories.
“Re-enact it, Jer!” Owen exclaims excitedly as he scurries away from Y/N’s side and jumps down the small flight of stairs in one swift hop. Jeremy follows his best buddy and kneels down in front of him as if really proposing. Y/N takes her phone out of her back pocket and snaps a picture of the beautiful scene, giggling as she does, along with Kenny and Charlie.
“The cutest couple!” the girl compliments, jamming her phone back into her pocket.
“When’s the wedding?” Kenny adds, his laugh thundering. Owen lets out an airy laugh while Jeremy gets up again, the two of them rejoining the rest of the group. Y/N just knows this day will forever be the best day of her life. She just knows it’s going to be her favorite day ever for so many reasons; the laughs, the jokes, the friendship that’s building between all five of you, but mostly Owen.
That night, Y/N goes back to the hotel with them too as Owen had asked her to hang out a little while longer and watch some movies with him. He’d asked the others too, but they were ‘too tired’. That’s an excuse Y/N could see from a mile away. They just wanted to give the two of them some quality time, which she appreciated very much.
“I had the best day,Bubba,” she mumbles as she snuggles closer to him. She has her head on his chest whilst his arm is draped around her shoulders. It almost feels as though they’ve been doing this for years.
“Me too, Baby Girl. Thanks for showing us around.” He presses a kiss to her hair, inhaling the luscious scent of peach, and deciding that’s his new favorite scent from now on. “Sucks we’re leaving tomorrow night,” he mumbles sadly.
“Yeah… I know…” The words come out of her mouth in a whisper. “Wonder when we’ll see each other again.” She’d forgotten for a split second about him being able to hear her thoughts until he answers the half-statement with another question.
“Will you come visit Norman Oklahoma soon?” She looks up at him, her nose grazing his stubbled chin, causing him to look down. “I really don’t wanna go another three years without seeing you, Gorgeous. I don’t think I can handle that, especially now that I’ve learned you’re a great cuddler.” Y/N chuckles at that before resettling on his chest properly.
“I think I can make something work next month?” She starts tracing the patterns of his shirt, sending shivers down Owen’s spine at the sheer touch of her delicate fingers. “I think I can miss a few classes.” The chuckle that escapes past his lips, makes his chest vibrate and zooms into her ears, making her mouth curl up. This is the best feeling in the world; cuddling up with Owen and hearing him laugh. It’s a feeling Y/N wouldn’t trade for anything in the world. She wishes she could just stay like this forever.
Or at least until the next day. Y/N has classes to get to, but promises Owen to come and say goodbye to him and the others at JFK airport around 8pm that night. And she does, though dreading it entirely.
“You made it,” Owen whispers when he sees her walk up to the group.
“Of course, I couldn’t just let you go back to Van City without saying goodbye, could I?” A tender smile plays at his lips as he takes her into a tight hug. “Have a safe flight, yeah? And talk to me on the plane if you’re bored.” She tells him and then turns to the three other men she’d just met yesterday. “Take good care of him and each other,” she tells them before taking each into a hug. Owen then offers her a nervous smile when she makes it back to his side. “Hey, you okay?” she asks, grabbing his hand in hers.
“No,” her eyebrows furrow at his unspoken confession. “Yes, I mean yes. I’m fine. I’m okay… I just--” he cuts himself off, not knowing what to tell the girl now. “I’m just gonna miss you, is all.”
“Oh…” is all she brings out, wanting something else to come out of his mouth. “I’m gonna miss you too, Big O.” She playfully punches his shoulder, smiling up at him with that smile that’s only ever reserved for Owen. It’s a tender one where her eyes sparkle as much as her smile.
Owen then grabs her other hand too, pulling her a little closer as though he wants to say something serious. Y/N isn’t used to a serious Owen. He’d always be the one to pull pranks or make stupid jokes that’d make her laugh until her belly ached.
He stutters and stumbles over a couple of words, then sighs frustratedly as he can’t seem to find the right words to tell her what he’s feeling. He can’t even find the right words to think.
“Just kiss her, you dork!” Charlie shouts from the sidelines. Y/N turns her head to look at the boy confusedly, but Owen’s hands quickly cup her face and brings her up to press his lips on hers. She’s a little startled at first, unsure about what’s happening. But then she melts into his lips and into him, grabbing a fistful of his shirt.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long!” his thought comes through in her mind, making her smile against his lips.
“Shut up, I’m kissing you.” He chuckles at her words, and pulls away but keeps his forehead pressed to hers. “I’ll see you in a month, Bubba,” Y/N whispers and pecks his lips once more.
Though she hates to see him go, she has to let him leave. She has to let him get back to Vancouver and Oklahoma, and then she can see him again in about a month. It’s just how this must go. For now.
“I’d rather stay, actually,” he tells her as he pulls away slowly.
“Owen…” Y/N whispers, shaking her head, “Don’t make this harder than it already is. They need you in Vancouver…” she nods at Kenny and the guys. “I want you to stay, I do. But they need you.” A single tear rolls down her cheek. Owen reaches up and wipes it away as quickly as it came whilst shaking his head.
“I’m gonna stay, Y/N. Just two more days.” He sounds too determined for her to convince him to go.
“We don’t actually need him for two more days anyway, so he’s free to stay if he wants to,” Kenny chimes in. Y/N looks at the man talking, a surprised look on her face. The legend himself shoots her a smile. “Stay, Owen. Spend some more time together. You both need it.”
“Thanks, Kenny,” Owen takes the guy in for a quick hug, and then turns to his buddies to give each of them one too. “I’ll see you in two days, then.” The couple watches as the three men walk away, their arms wrapped tightly around each other.
“You really had to be dramatic, did you?” Y/N jokes once they’re out of earshot, which earns her an eye roll from Owen, though he can’t hide a smile either.
“You know me, Baby Girl,” he winks before grabbing his bag.
“Yes, I do,” she says, “And I’m glad I do.”
“Me too, Gorgeous, me too.”
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Buttercup having a pet bird
amazing
if it’s a parrot. she teaches it how to curse. Bubbles is outraged
she will hiss at people who try to get within a 2 foot radius of the bird
she names it Bones
Bones is the loudest bird ever. it screeches at 3am, but that’s okay cause Buttercup is awake at those times anyways. BLOSSOM on the other hand, wants to mangle the bird and set it free to the wild and make it fend for itself
Brick is the only person that is allowed to touch Bones, but only because he absolutely despises the bird and Buttercup finds it hilarious
Blossom tried bird sitting for Buttercup when she was out of town. remember that scene from Gilmore Girls where Lorelei loses Rory’s chick and has to call Luke over to help find it? that, except Luke is Brick and Blossom has 2 mild panic attacks during the whole chaotic experience
side note: just cause I love the reds, the whole “wow you actually have a bird loose in the house” debacle and the “why did he say that? of course I had a bird loose” “well… maybe he thought you meant you wanted him to come over to… you know…” scene absolutely happened with Bubbles being Sookie (i literally cant think of anything besides a Gilmore Girls AU now, help)
Buttercup buys the most expensive bird food. only the best for her unofficial-official child
Butch has talon marks all over his chest because of the one time he tried getting near Bones and it just straight up attacked him
he cried and Buttercup had to help dress his wounds while chastising him
Bones lowkey has the personality of Nigel from Rio and Buttercup LOVES it
he is only loyal to Buttercup and sometimes Brick, anyone else is free reign to absolutely claw apart
Bubbles is only scared of one animal and that animal is Bones. Buttercup uses this as leverage against her
i loved this sm, thank you for the ask!
#ppg#the powerpuff girls#the rowdyruff boys#rrb#headcannons#brick ppg#butch ppg#bubbles ppg#blossom ppg#boomer ppg#buttercup ppg#sbj more than human#butchercup#blossick#boomubbles#rowdyruff boys#as time goes by ppg#ppg x rrb#powerpuff girls#sbj mth#powerpuffgirls#greens ppg#incorrect powerpuff girls quotes#reds ppg#blues ppg#ppg buttercup#ppg brick#ppg butch#ppg blossom
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Hey! I love ur blog... I rlly liked ur works..(all of em...but mostly the one with the bug..that was Hella funny ngl)
Sooo... I saw that u r a slytherin...n I'm one too.. n was wondering g if u could write hcs or oneshot of dazai n his witch fem slytherin s/o?
If u don't mix AUs, or do smthng like this, then can I have dazai with a sarcastic, witty, smart s/o??
(Also can she have short hair? Like it just reaches her cheekbones...kinda like a pixie cut)
Thank u !
(P.S do lemme know if I'm accidentally violating any req rules...this is a pretty weird ask...n sorry if I am!)
~teacup☕
Thanks so much for requesting! I LOVE THIS IDEA WOAJSJ I’ve never done any AU’s so I hope this is at least close to your liking
Dazai with a slytherin fem! s/o
ft. dazai x fem! reader
genre: fluff
warnings: mentions of sex
Dazai would def be a slytherin.
Out of first glance, anyone would’ve thought he’d at least be a Hufflepuff. But no.
Slytherin supremacy.
You and Dazai are like, a power couple.
Not many know that you’re together (because neither of you have ever said it out loud).
But anyone would guess you two were an item from first glance.
One word: mischief
Despite Slytherins being serious and strict about their work, you two always have tricks up your sleeve.
Lock picking into forbidden rooms is a daily routine. Lock picking to make out in secret.
Whether it be pulling pranks or getting away with trouble, you two are always stuck by the hip. But no one would ever dare try to prank any of you. They knew they’d lose anyway.
That’s not to say you don’t take your work very seriously. Getting things the way you want is always a must.
You two would have matching tattoos. It would be a small image of a snake on either of your fingers.
The amount of inside jokes you two have are crazy.
Snowball fights between the houses? Slytherins always win because you and Dazai always calculate plans.
Another word: manipulators
We all know Dazai’s scary pm backstory, right? Well just incorporate that with him as a slytherin.
Terrifyingly hot.
But it’s fine cuz you match his personality all too well. Both of you are cunning and ambitious.
The rest of the slytherins respect you, even though they know you guys like pranking others.
They respect you mostly because they’re lowkey scared of you. In a good way.
He’s so proud to call you his little witch. Always brewing up potions to help him commit suicide.
Oh, and the plant called Belladonna?
It causes delirium and hallucinations.
He loves making poisonous potions with that plant. It’s his favorite.
Once, you two had sex while on a potion that had Belladonna. It was the best sex you’d ever had in your life.
You two cut each other’s hair.
He thinks it’s so cute how you ask him to trim your pixie cut every few months.
He always tries his best to make it look good. And it does.
“Mhm...Belladonna, does it look good?”
“Dazai...it looks amazing!”
Who knew this man would so good with hair?
Both of you would be brats in bed. He would try to dom you but your sarcasm and witty jokes would lowkey tick him off.
When you’d try to dom him back, he’d simply smirk, “are you actually trying to intimidate me? lol cute.”
One of the perks of being a slytherin, is that you’re both loyal to each other.
Neither of you would catch the other cheating with a person from another house. Getting in bed with a Hufflepuff? Gross.
Dazai would always sneak into your dorm at like 3am.
And since the slytherin dormitories are always below freezing, you would both snuggle under the big warm covers.
Sleep schedules? Who’s that.
Both of you would be awake till the sun comes up.
I feel like you’d both start to subconsciously mirror each other? Literal soulmates.
Picking up each other’s scent or laugh is definitely something both of you would subconsciously do but never realize or admit to it.
Can I just add Dazai and Draco might be rivalry flirts.
#bsd imagines#bsd headcanons#bungou stray dogs x reader#bsd x reader#dazai osamu#harry potter#slytherin#slytherpride#bungou stray dogs dazai#dazai headcanons#dazai x you
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today is my 22nd birthday so i’m celebrating by reccing 22 of my favorite fics and giving my general thoughts about them.
atla
i'm still here by owedbetter (77.7, T, zutara) "You see me."And somehow, that makes all the difference.
thoughts: One of the first zutara fics i ever read and it’s still one of my absolute favorites. The characterization of all of the characters is superb and the gradual development of zuko and katara’s relationship is amazing.
such selfish prayers by andromeda3116 (47.6k, T, zutara) Katara's ambition, so long set aside for the good of others, breaks free and sets fire to her soul. Or, Katara has a vision of her canon future, casts it aside, and becomes a world-changing politician instead.
thoughts: while this fic is a zutara fic, the majority of this fic is centered on katara and her helping rebuild the world after the war and it does an astounding job of portraying just that. and honestly this probably has my favorite characterization of katara i’ve ever read in a fic.
Southern Lights by colourwhirled (501.8k, M, zutara) A world where the Avatar has disappeared from memory. Where Sozin’s Conquest was successful. Where the unsteady order of the empire is threatened as members of the royal family are picked off one by one and lines are slowly drawn in the sand.One last chance for peace forces an unlikely alliance between a homesick waterbender, a carefree Air Nomad, a runaway Earth Kingdom heiress, and the fire lord's inscrutable son. Together they must learn to shed old enmities and become the balance they seek to restore to the world.OR:The avatar has four heads.x[[Chapter 4: "And always, his eyes, cautiously watching her. Even when he thinks she isn’t looking. It drives her mad"]]
thoughts: when i say i was unable to put this fic down i genuinely mean that. like i’m pretty sure i was hooked from the very first chapter and i never looked back.
bnha
stickers and stars by aloneintherain (1.9k, G, gen) “Aizawa, are you sure I’m the best person for this job? There are a lot more qualified people on campus. People who have been teachers for years, and—”As All Might spoke, Midoriya Izuku crawled the length of the couch, ducked under All Might’s arm, and made himself comfortable on his lap. All Might’s hands rose into the air, as though unsure of what to with his arms now that he had a toddler curled against his stomach like a cat seeking the warmth of its owner.“Um,” All Might said.
thoughts: is it not enough to say ‘baby deku’ and leave it at that?
Butterfly by aconstantstateofbladerunner (198.8k, T, gen) The first over-night trip off campus since the training camp was supposed to be a fun break from more intense work back home. But between a bleak introduction to chaos theory, a chilly reception from the locals, and the looming threat of a villain attack, Izuku has too much on his mind to properly enjoy the fresh air. But those worries are a light breeze compared to the hurricane that accompanies what he finds on the outskirts of town.Or rather, what finds him.
thoughts: it’s incredibly well written and the horror aspect is so good. also the dad might in it is top tier.
villain eradication plan 5C: let them attack budding heroes mothers, wait appropriate time for mother to defeat them (3.4k, G, toshinko) Targetting the civilian families of hero students should be cakewalk. Pity they decided to go with Inko first.Or the one where Inko accidentally defeats the League of Villains.
thoughts: this fic is basically inko accidentally being a badass and it’s as hilarious and awesome as it sounds
see it all in bloom by aloneintherain (57.2k, T, tododeku, kiribaku, momojirou, bullying) Midoriya looked over the occupants of the room with butter soft eyes. “We should do this again. Seeing everyone in one place … it’s like we’re back in school again.”Todoroki said, “It feels like a family reunion.”(Social media fic, counting down the five months to Class 1-A's ten year reunion.)
thoughts: this series deals with social media + the lives of class 1a after they become pro heroes and it is amazing.
remember from here on in by aloneintherain (8.1k, G, gen) Aizawa glances from All Might to Midoriya quickly. It sounds impossible—he’s never heard of a quirk that can be handed down like a family heirloom—but at the same time, it makes perfect sense. Midoriya’s inability to use his quirk at the start of the year. The strange, familial relationship between All Might and Midoriya. The slow malnourishment of All Might’s body, like his power was being siphoned away.“You’re …” Aizawa begins.“I’m All Might’s successor.” Midoriya’s proud but shaky voice rings clearly down the empty corridor.Aizawa finds out about One for All.
thoughts: this fic deals with one for all being revealed to aizawa + midoriya getting more quirks and it is amazing
could i but teach the hundredth part by terra_incognita (5.2k, G, gen) Ito Matsu knows three things about her neighbor, Mr. Yagi: he's very skinny, he's very kind, and he has enough children to overthrow the Japanese government.Or:All Might is retired, but his former students keep coming up with reasons to visit.
thoughts: this fic is so lovely and i adore it so much
mcu
the talk by parkrstark (3.1k, pepperony) “Wait, man, what’re you doin’?” Rhodey asked, leaning forward.“Giving the kid his talk before he goes off to college.” Duh.Rhodey blinked. “At 3am when you’re probably too drunk to even spell your name, months before he actually has to leave?”“Yeah.”Rhodey blinked again. “Okay.”
thoughts: this fic is absolutely hilarious and poor peter is suffering throughout all of it
call you home by Madelinedear (19k, G, pepperony) sometimes family is who you're born with.and sometimes family is a spider boy, a rich not-dad, and a kickass aunt.(or; tony, may, and peter find a place in each other's lives)
thoughts: to me, this fic is the tony may co-parenting fic. like i honestly don’t think that anything can ever top it
I Never Lived 'Til I Lived In Your Light by losingmymindtonight (38.4k, T, pepperony, character death) As the world shifts to make space for Morgan Stark, everyone around her shifts, too.
(As it turns out, this also includes Peter Parker's sleep schedule.)
thoughts: this fic is both fluffy goodness and heartwrenching angst and it handles both beautifully.
Lazarus, come forth by iron_spider (47.9k, T, pepperony) Tony's mind is a chaotic mess but he remembers the moment—remembers his death, remembers the red hot pain and Peter screaming, Rhodey rushing to his side. How he knew he’d never see Pepper again—but they’d fixed it. They’d fixed the world, erased the lost time, set things right—and the kid was back. The kid was crying, the kid hated him for doing what he did, but he was back. He was alive.Tony Stark was dead. But now he’s breathing again, trying to think, gasping, hands tracing the box surrounding him, covering him, suffocating him.He’s in a coffin. He’s under the ground. He’s under the fucking ground.(Tony Stark dies defeating Thanos. But then he comes back to life. He has to find out how, why, and how to live again. And how to deal with the changes in the people he's coming back to.)
thoughts: although this fic was written and finished pre-endgame but to me this fic is the fix-it fic for film.
Identity Saga by KitCat992 (400.7k, T, pepperony) An organically developed, platonic slow-burn of Avengers-fam dynamic with a heavy hand of Irondad & Spiderson. Throw in an overdose of whump, a couple of cunning villains and a big-bad hiding in the shadows, and you got yourself this hot mess.
thoughts: i just love the avengers dynamic in this series and the whump is medically accurate which is amazing.
college applications: the biggest meme by sagemb (3.3k, T, pepperony) Tony covered his face with both hands and screamed very gently. “Can I just bribe the school to let Peter in?"
thoughts: this series is absolutely hilarious and i love it
hp
The Changeling + Armistice Series by Annerb (586.6k, M, hinny, rape) Ginny is sorted into Slytherin. It takes her seven years to figure out why.
thoughts: this fic is absolutely golden and i adore it so so much. the characters are so well written and the worldbuilding in this fic is fantastic and it actually has an original aspect of hogwarts (aka the parlor) that i practially consider to be canon at this point. also the depiction of slytherin house + house unity in this fic is just *chef’s kiss*
boy with a scar by dirgewithoutmusic (208.7k, T, hinny, romione, jily) A series of "what if" rewrites of Harry Potter, books 1-7. Cross-posted from tumblr (ink-splotch).
thoughts: every single one of these fics are exquisitely written and i wish that i could experience the beauty of this series again for the very first time.
Hogwarts, to welcome you home by gedsparrowhawk (FaceChanger) (11.1k, G, ginny) “You understand, Professor,” Harry began, after a moment, “that I don’t have my N.E.W.T.s. I never even finished seventh year. Between everything, I never had a chance the first time around, and then afterwards there didn’t seem to be much point. Hermione argued for it, of course, but I was so tired of Britain. So technically, I am completely unqualified for the position.”“Quite a way to begin an interview, Mr. Potter,” McGonagall said, dryly.Or, three years after the war, Harry Potter becomes Hogwarts' newest Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
thoughts: this is my favorite harry as dada professor i’ve ever read. no doubt about it
And the Unethical Binding Contract by justafandomfollower (14.6k, G, gen) AU. What if the Triwizard Tournament took place in Harry's first year, not his fourth?
thoughts: this fic is beautifully written and i love the relationship that forms between harry, cedric, krum, and fleur.
Regulus Black and the Way Things Changed: A Not!Fic by imaginary_golux (8.8k, T, wolfstar) What if Regulus Black, and not Severus Snape, ended up being the turncoat Potions Master of Hogwarts?A not!fic written in bullet points, ignoring the Deathly Hallows entirely because they annoy me.Beta by my immensely patient Best Beloved, Turn_of_the_Sonic_Screw, and by the delightful starbirdrampant.
thoughts: this fic may be ooc at some points but it’s so funny that that makes up for it
spn
Broadway Musical by Griftings (12.5k, M, destiel) This is the day that marked the Holy and Blessed Union of Dean Winchester and Jo Harvelle.The merging of prominent bloodlines is always a grand occurrence, but breeding pedigree hunter families like Winchester and Harvelle is something to be rejoiced. It is also something to be meticulously planned, which thankfully the Host is very good at.Or, the romantic comedy where Dean Winchester and Jo Harvelle are destined to get married, Castiel is given the task of playing matchmaker and fails terribly, the entire Heavenly Host becomes a sitcom audience, God warns against male pregnancy, and Jimmy Novak is incredibly unimpressed with angels in general.
thoughts: this fic is quite possibly the single most funniest thing i have ever read. like i was straight up cackling when i was reading some of the scenes.
Down to Agincourt by seperis (1 million+, E, destiel) There is no such thing as a guarantee when it comes to war.The outcome's known. Why try?
Return your rusty sword to battered sheath,
bow your head and bend your stubborn knee. Why
take the field when you cannot win the war?
But Harry -- he went down to Agincourt.
--Harry Takes the Field by bratfarrar (AO3 link here.)
thoughts: this fic is an absolute work of art. the characterization dean and cas and all of the ocs is astounding the world building is immaculate and the writing is so detailed and in depth. a fair warning though to the first time reader as this fic can get very confusing at times but trust me it is worth it.
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